He needed to snap out of this. It's been almost three months now. He had lost a love more than once. It wouldn't be the end of his life. There would be ups again but sometimes they were hard to see.
Mitchell pushed himself up from the bar stool and glanced around for something to do. The bar could do with a swiping - he wasn't in the mood. It could do with some restocking - he did not feel like doing that either. And then he noticed the woman who had just entered. She looked like she was in distress. "Hey, you okay there?" She looked familiar but not quite and he couldn't quite place her.