The Booth

You managed to find a booth more by luck than anything else and had slipped in with a pair of drinks.

The lights were low enough that you almost felt like you were in private as you sat across from Angela and took her in. Something had changed in her, something you couldn’t put your finger on. It wasn’t just the dress or even the fact she was in a bar, there was something in her eyes that you spoke of something deeper.

“I just want to talk,” Angela said as she sipped her drink and the night began in earnest.