I’ve Heard a Lot About You

I sat by the bar drinking beer and playing with my phone, while keeping an eye on the surroundings at the same time. The boy looked like he wanted to talk to me, but he was busy serving the customers, so he could only throw uneasy glances my way every now and then.

I didn't really care. It's not like we could have a proper conversation about what happened earlier anyway. It had to wait until we get home. 

So, I observed the bar instead.

I wasn't familiar with the place. I might have been here once or twice before, I don't remember exactly, but it definitely wasn't one of my usual spots. I typically went to the fancier bars and clubs, while this one was more on the cheaper side.