Thirty eight

STEFAN POV

I arrived at the bar, and there she was, sitting in front of the bartender, looking forlorn.

She was sipping on her drink looking sad.

I walked up to her and whispered in her ear.

"Hey, little one."

She turns to look at me.

"Hey, wise one."

"Are you okay?" l ask her.

She shook her head.

I stroked her hair gently.

"Tell me what's wrong."

"It's nothing important, just a silly matter."

"Well if it's silly, you won't look so sad. Tell me."

She looks down and doesn't say a thing.

I look at the bartender.

"Hey bud, give me a glass."

"Coming right up."

"What's your name?" I ask the bartender.

"Will you tell me your name?" he asks with a wink.

"I get your point. Anonymity is best."

"Always the best," he replied as he handed me a glass.

"So what do you say we go to a private booth?" I ask her.

"Okay," she replied morosely.