@reformed-serial-killer
SHE HAD SPOTTED HIM FROM where she was working behind the bar. A lonely, brooding-looking - quite handsome at that - man, nursing one bourbon after another. She had wondered what was going to happen when he would decide to get up, and whether he was going to be able to even stand on his own two legs, but by the time she had gotten the attention of one of the security guards, the man had disappeared.
When she finished her shift an hour and a half later, and had said her goodbyes to the other girls, she stepped out into the alley behind the bar and almost stopped dead in her tracks when she saw she was not alone. The man she had spotted before was also standing outside.
“Oh…” She said, finishing putting her things into her purse and zipping it shut. “Have you been out here the whole time?” She furrowed her brow, stepping a little closer. “It’s freezing out here!” For a moment, she pursed her lips, chewing on the inside of her cheek. She had been told off over and over for being this friendly to strangers.
“Are you okay? Do you need something?”