AMELIA

 “Hey. What brought you here?” Emil asked. 

I didn’t even know he worked at the bar. I chose to get some air rather than get mad and punch a wall. That was how I ended up here at the bar near the police station. 

“Hi.” I slid on the stool. A bit surprised he still talked to me after what happened. “Are you even legal to drink?”

 “I’m twenty-three, luna,” he whispered the word luna. “And I don’t know you’re legal to get a beer.”

 I scoffed, ...