Status: In the Midst

Sober.

Zara Costanza

After filming that scene, I quickly left to go to my trailer to change into jeans and a t-shirt to meet Harrison at this bar in Atlanta. I was excited to get some alcohol in my body because I wanted to forget about what had just happened.

I didn't want to remember the kiss. I didn't want to remember it because Tom was with Addison. He's happy and I don't want to ruin it, no matter what he says to me. It's not just about us anymore. I have to take into consideration Addison, and I don't want Tom to ruin his perfect opportunity to be with the perfect girl.

I checked the time and it was 8:25 pm.

As I changed, my phone vibrated and made a dinging noise.

iMessage

Harrison Osterfield

Harrison Osterfield
I know that we said 9, but I
might be there at like 9:30

Zara Costanza
Okay I'm leaving now because
I need a drink NOW

Harrison Osterfield
lol see u then

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I got a cab to the bar and walked in scanning the room. It was a small bar and it was somewhat busy, but at the same time, there was still lots of space.

I made my way over to the counter island where the bartender was serving drinks. I sat on one of the barstools and set my purse down.

My eyes drew back to this corner.

There was a guy sitting alone at the corner. He seemed awfully familiar. Was it... no, it can't be... I could've sworn it was Tom. His head was facing down. The hair seemed identical... and his hand was grasping one of Tom's favorite types of beers.

The guy raised his head from the table and flickered his eyes towards me. Okay, so it isn't Tom... I blushed as we made quick eye contact and continued walking towards the counter with a bartender.

Even his eyes were a similar shade of brown, like Tom's.

I sat down on one of the stools.

"Hey, what can I get you?" The bartender asked as he poured a few liquids into different glasses and served them to other customers.

"I'll have a scotch, please," I said, mixing up my regular order. On a regular day, I'd have a beer or maybe two. But with the situation(s) that I was in, I decided to cut myself some slack. I needed to let loose a bit, so I ordered something stronger.

After a few seconds, he gave me a glass of scotch.

I tasted the substance and it was definitely strong. I was the type of person that got drunk over three beers. And this scotch was pretty heavy, so after one I'd probably be out and that was exactly what I wanted.

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After my first drink, everything seemed and felt like a blur. I wasn't focused and I probably couldn't walk in a straight line.

A figure sat down beside me. In fact, it was the same guy that looked like Tom who sat in the corner of the bar.

"That stuff is hard. You don't want another one," he said while sipping on his drink.