It's a Gloomy Friday night. Work was shitty as usual. Well at least it's over for the weekend. I may as well hit the pub because I have nothing else to do. I have nowhere to go. My friends all live in America while I'm in Europe, It's beautiful here. The people are very sweet and caring, The authentic feel of Europe is what brings a smile to my face in the morning. But then I look over to the side of the bed that's empty. It's untouched look makes me feel like I have nobody. I go to work every morning, I work at a nice coffee shop a few blocks away from my apartment, It's typically full of customers, But today was different about 10 people came in. Normally 30 or 40 come in a day. Maybe it's because today is Valentine's day and they're all spending the day with their partners. Going on dates, Having fun. Anyways I'm on the way to the local pub, it's small and called Green Amber. I've been there once or twice, Just to get a few drinks.
I walk inside the pub and sit down at the bar, I order two shots of whisky, Down one, let the other one sit for a minute. I'm sitting here contemplating life as it is. It's lonely here, A few people playing pool, it's dimly lit. This place smells like booze and sadness. The bartenders name is Wayne, He's a really nice guy who gives you a free shot if you tell him your story. He has a lot of cool tattoos and listens when you talk to him. He's a really sweet man, The first time I went here I helped him close up because I wanted to know his story but thats a story for later.
It's been 10 minutes since I ordered the whisky. I hear someone sit next to me. It's a man. He's sharply dressed and handsome. I began to wonder what his story is. "Are you going to finish that?" The strange man says. I said that he could have it and he downs the shot. He looks down in his sorrows, I want to say something to him but how? "Hello, My name is Elizabeth. What's your name?" The sharply dressed fellow looks up from the empty shot glass. "Richard. My name is Richard."
