Russian God
It was Stephen's last shift and he was doing wonders cheering me up. I had just finished in a private booth when he waved me over.
"Number four please!" He handed me a drink. I looked down and it was vodka. Straight. No ice. My stomach dropped as I walked over, my legs like jelly. As I got closer I saw it was him. At arm's length I put the drink down and turned.
"Harper."
"No."
"Please," I felt him behind me and he grabbed my arm. "Please let me explain, I’m sorry I,”