She looked at me and said "sorry" before turning and walking out of my life forever. I sat in my chair, sweaty glass in my hand, and watched her leave.
"Hey!" I yelled across the sparsely crowded room. "You know what I always liked about you?"
She slowed down and began to turn. My heart skipped a beat. I knew that everything depended on my next word.
"Nothing!" I cackled as I finished my drink.
Her response was typical. She lifted her head up and walked defiantly out of the room with all eyes on her. Except mine.
I stared at my shoes through the bottom of my empty glass. When I looked back up, the room stared back.
The little old lady across from me shook her head and asked, "What do you have to say for yourself?"
I looked back at the bottom of my glass. "I think I need another drink..."
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