{ bar night
for @riotingvines
It had been a while--maybe a month or so, she wasnāt quite sure, Tokyo had its own running clock that seemed separate from everywhere else after all. She stepped back into the wine bar, dressed far more casually this time in a simple old graphics tee and some jeans, coming straight from her studio. Catching sight of her friend manning the bar on a relatively quiet Sunday evening, she smiled and settled into the relaxed atmosphere of the place. She strode forward with a few confident steps, a flair about her that was fairly different from the previous time that she had come in here, frustrated and uncertain, and slid into a seat by the bar. She waved to catch his attention, a friendly grin on her face.Ā
āHey old man.ā











