with my straw. Not this soon, and certainly not this joyful. Nothing was certain just

time. I tried to be quiet so that by the time he came back, I would be calm. I waited for his arrival while taking leisurely sips

d to think that was the case, I knew otherwise. It was obvious that Mark wouldn't be returning. Where had I made a mistak

feel like I may find happiness. The guy I was s

to subject myself to this agonizing reality. Simply put, Al

e, "Here's your drink," jerking me out

by thick fingers. I kept looking up and saw that it was the bartender speaking to me. It was a g

he glass. I don't believe this was my order, there mus

e glass closer to me. He told me, "It's on

s man was helping me out of sympathy. Did he often see ladies

ven melancholy could make me crave the alcoh

e assured me that it was alcohol-free and that I would like it. "Don't you get sic

nd dates I had gone on. They were all the same, albeit they were all various kinds of guys. No matter who I met via Alice, nothing

ame heavier as a result of his gaze being fixed on me. I stopped thinking about Mark because of the type of attention he was prov

ggle at the irony. While I would have like to have been a lovely prince who fell in love

my taste buds to erupt, which was plenty to cause me to groan. Better than I could have antici

name tag as I looked at him. Mason, I'm grateful. He smile

your usual. You may pass the time by experimenting with oth

d with a rai