He often bides his time carefully, tonight he didn’t have any apparent reason to expect otherwise - he takes a shower, sprays himself with the best fragrance, puts on some casual clothing - and finally drinks a shady orange juice from his fridge. His mistake. Fortune didn’t come his way, although he is ready, mundane things interfered with his departure.
When he finally leaves, there is some time left to be there in the given hour. Initially he went out to empty the trash. He tries to work more on himself and try to be more flexible. Even so, clumsiness something gets the best of him.
The bar they decided to meet was in the outskirts of the city; an usual favorite of them. They reunite here every once in a while. However, he feels cheated when he notices her unmissable presence - actually being here before him.
At least she was modest enough to wait for him before starting to drink.
Tiers curve into what appears to be a grin, “You’re here sooner, I feel like a loser now,” He gives an affirming nod, emerging from the darkness surrounding the bar; the usual scent of alcoholic beverages and nicotine permeate nostrils in a familiar way. The music, however, is nice - a freestyle blues playlist. He settles himself next her, comfortably on the stool, “Did you get here alright? Last time I had some problems with some weirdos.”
