After an evening of writing papers for class it Rose walked into the bar that she works at around ten that evening. Walking in the door she was greeted with the warmth and the sound of drunk voices surrounding her. It was the usual start of her night once behind the bar, talking to the drunk costumers who only hit on her because they were intoxicated and the low cute shirts she was forced to wear. Standing behind the bar with her back to the costumers as she made a drink she heard stools pull out behind her. “I’ll be right with you.” She said to the man without really looking at him before walking to hand out the drink she just made. When she got back she put on her best smile asking. “What can I get you?” Before looking up and seeing a face that she hadn’t seen in years only to hope that she wasn’t recognized.
