Roberto (at an airport bar) + Open
Roberto listlessly flipped through the drink menu, he had looked over the choices several times already and nothing seemed appealing to him. He wanted to be on his way to Brazil, looking forward to a drink in the country, and here he was. In a bar. In an aiport.
Damn snow.
He hauled his phone out of his pocket again, and checked it again just to see if there had been any updates to the flight. Nope. Everything remained as it was. The flight was still delayed, he was still stuck here in New York, and if you asked him, everything still sucked.