Loneliness had been her frustratingly loyal companion for too long now. Sometimes easy to ignore, its often stifling presence would provide both an unbearable reminder of her isolation and a comforting familiarity.
She looks at the solitary wine glass, so out of place in a busy bar full of glasses clinking in a chorus of togetherness.
Things have to change. She resolves to say ‘yes’ to the next man who shows an interest in her.
He takes another tight-lipped mouthful of beer straight from the bottle.
She’s here just like he knew she would be.
For the record he pulls out the log book, and makes a note of the time, date and place. He scrawls ‘blue dress’ in the margin, before returning it to his pocket.
He watches her a while. It’s what he does best.
She’s never noticed him, but tonight thats going to change.
He walks to her table.
“Mind if I join you?”