One minute I was wondering what exactly I was going to do. How I was going to handle the entire situation, how I was going to approach it all and the next minute, I'm tipping the bartender a huge sum just so I can stand behind the counter because I just could not think of how to start up a normal conversation with her.
Being the bartender was an easier approach, the conversation would start naturally.
And it did.
I was nervous. Very nervous.
It was my first time talking with her after all.
And although she was drunk and sad about how her entire day had played out. I was happy. Happy that she finally found out about her scumbag husband and her bitch cousin. I was happy she now knew she was divorced.
Thats why when she had almost gotten hurt after, I was extremely shocked.
I was scared of leaving her on her own after that. I wanted to give her a reason to live after all that happened to her.
