He sits alone at the corner table, staring into his empty glass. Shirt collar open, tie hanging askew, pinstripe jacket draped unceremoniously over the back of his chair. A waitress comes by and nods at his glass. He hands it to her without looking up.
Across the room, a door opens and a woman steps inside from the night. Dark hair, lipstick, red satin sheath dress and legs for miles. Scanning the room, she spots the
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