Anna was in a mood as she walked into the bar and ordered herself a drink. Every time she seemed to be making a step closer to her goal, something happens to make her two steps back and after centuries, it was safe to say that she was losing her patience. She tried not to let her mood reflect on how she behaved but it was one of those days when she wished it was easier to do that. “Distract me.” he told the person who was seated nearby. “I’ve had quite a day and alcohol isn’t helping me stop thinking about it.”














