Tonight, at the bar... 🍷

I'm alone at the counter, a glass of wine, a cigarette between my fingers. I've been watching you for a while. When you look up, I stare straight into your eyes. I smile. I raise my glass in your direction. "You look like hell for a Saturday night. Are you here to drink or for someone? Because I'm here for both, and I'm waiting for that person to show up."