Amidst the dim glow of the tavern’s bulbs, a man sat in quiet repose. A well-worn leather jacket draped his shoulders, its creases telling stories of time and wear.
Before him, a glass of amber liquid caught the light.
He neither spoke nor acknowledged the murmured conversations around him—lost in the silent communion between drink and thought. And the phone.
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