At least, I was in a place where I could relax and not worry about my mum or sister. I was going to think about my brother. I was going to try to imagine what he felt in his last moments, and I made a promise to myself to honor his memory, no matter how difficult it was going to be.
'Here.' He passed the cup of smoothie to me.
'Thank you, Mark.' I smiled.
'You know my name?' He looked shocked.
'Yeah, I come here sometimes.' I took a sip of the smoothie.
'You don't look familiar at all, have we had a conversation before?' He asked.
'I wouldn't call it a conversation, but we talked.' I replied.
'But what is a pregnant girl doing at a bar anyway?'
I've read it somewhere that, barkeeps were very inquisitive, and they often didn't know how to mind their business but for once, I liked that that fact was true because I was in dire need of someone to talk to.
