a drink we call loneliness
There are a few younger clients, probably my age, but they come and go as they find partners, no longer needing the bar as their security blanket.
Lyla places a hand on my shoulder, “Rough night, eh?”
I frown and shake my head before replying, “I don’t think so,”
She smiles at me. She always seems like she’s miles away. “I think rain makes everyone melancholic, Theo.”
“Cheers,” I take a sip of my beer, letting the cold liquid cool my throat, “No, I think I’m just knackered, really.”
She shakes her head and gives me an almost motherly smile. Although I doubt I could recognise one if I saw it. It’s been a while since someone has given me anything remotely close to motherly affection.
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