The bar was getting more and more crowded, the sounds of chattering growing stronger. For such a bustling bar, there were only two bartenders visibly working. Raphael watched how painstakingly the hands of two men prepared the drinks ordered by several customers. They must have been working here for a long time as evidenced by the quick movements without a hint of hesitation when mixing the drinks.
He downed his beer and was ready to head home but then suddenly he heard a voice and a hand lightly tapped his shoulder, Raphael turn around to find the old man from the beach, the one he had met earlier, smiling broadly at him. Seeing that smile, Raphael furrowed his brow for a moment, but he still returned the smile to the old man, who now pulled a chair to sit next to him.
"So, you came after all. Was I right about the beer here?"
Raphael nodded, "The beer is good, maybe I'll come here again sometime."
