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10:50 PM
[ It's Saturday. 7:55 PM.
Jazz, slow and crackling, plays from the radio at the far of the bar, and it's the only thing keeping the woman at the bar company. She's dressed in red and simple heels, and while it's a little dressier than her usual bar fare, she's feeling nostalgic today.
There's no one to keep her company, but there's something to the way she sits that suggests she's expecting something - someone? And her eyes are restless and wandering and just a little bit sad, because deep down inside, she knows she won't find the person she's looking for. ]
Jazz, slow and crackling, plays from the radio at the far of the bar, and it's the only thing keeping the woman at the bar company. She's dressed in red and simple heels, and while it's a little dressier than her usual bar fare, she's feeling nostalgic today.
There's no one to keep her company, but there's something to the way she sits that suggests she's expecting something - someone? And her eyes are restless and wandering and just a little bit sad, because deep down inside, she knows she won't find the person she's looking for. ]