Marcus Kane (POV )

The drive to Clement's Bar as inscribed on the plastic billboard was less than twenty minutes and as expected it was crowded. I parked in the only open space I saw, alighted from the car. I took a deep breath before walking towards the faded glass door which appeared fragile, like it would crash down any moment with a sudden push.

I marched towards the crochet section ignoring the other door which I was hoping she wouldn't be inside serving those drunkards.

"Hey, how's ...