Kurt

You see Kurt sitting alone, as expected. He is wearing black jeans and an unassuming but tight green tee-shirt that show’s his frame. You had forgotten just how muscular he is. Not the tallest guy in the world but stacked. He has a green label beer and a shot of whiskey in front of him, and a pensive look on his face.

You approach him and ask if you can take a seat. For a second you think he is going to tell you to fuck off. But then he shrugs.

“It’s a free country”.

You take a seat in front of him and take a sip of your beer. You were expecting the beer in Mulligans to be watery shit but it is actually quite refreshing.

You smile. “Hi you say” reaching out a hand “Cindy…”

“South” he says, ignoring your hand. “I remember. Contract law 205. I get the feeling you’re not here by accident. Why are we talking?”