“Is the bar still open? May I come in?” I hear coming from the door, as I’m doing end of shift side work.
“Yes, you can. Last call is in 5 minutes” I turn around and say to the man. He had this mysterious presence about him, he wore all black, had glowy skin, dark brown hair and had deep brown eyes.
“I’ll take a Merlot” He says in a stern, whispery, raspy voice.
“You’ve got it” The bar has been empty for about 30 minutes, it’s just him and I now. This isn’t abnormal for a Sunday night. It’s usually slow, and sometimes I get the chance to close early.
I walk over to him and put his glass of wine down in front of him, “That’ll be $8” I get a better look at his eyes and they are completely black. I blink my eyes fast, and the whites in his eyes show again. It must just be the light, or maybe I’m just exhausted.
He reaches into his pocket, pulls out a $20 and says “Keep the change.”
I give a soft smile and a nod.