Jackson sat alone at the bar, his eyes fixed on the half-empty glass of whiskey in front of him. The bar maintained a quiet atmosphere, with only soft music playing and the occasional murmur of conversations from other patrons. But Jackson seemed oblivious to everything around him, lost in the maze of his thoughts, endlessly questioning himself about his recent decisions, especially those involving Emma.
Unbeknownst to him, someone in the shadows of the bar was quietly observing him. This person's eyes followed Jackson's every move, from the way he lifted his glass to the deep contemplation in his gaze. They waited patiently, knowing that the right moment to act would come soon.