After his parents died young, he was left alone in London ā a small flat in Camden. He never spoke much, but he learned that listening often reveals more than talking. No job ever lasted long ā until he stepped into the new bar of a small pub under his flat. It was as if Kieran had finally found his place.
The bar is small, almost hidden and thatās exactly what he likes about it. He knows the regulars by name, knows who prefers to drink alone and whoās up for a conversation. He keeps to himself, pouring drinks, wiping down the counter, polishing glasses. But he listens. He notices when something changes ā in a voice, a look, the mood of a person.
After closing time, he gets into his car and drives for hours through the city, past yellow-lit windows and empty streets. He likes to drink, likes to smoke ā vices he doesnāt hide. Kieran lives quietly, almost in the shadows and heās content that way. Those who know him understand: he listens, he remembers ā and he knows more than he will ever tell. | 26 yo | Pinterest | Mine.
āHeās the kind of guy who stays in the background until you really need him.ā ā old friend
