The ice cubes settled, the sound muffled by the meaty fingers which laced around the glass. Henry stared at the bottom through the thin layer of translucent brown liquid clinging to the ice, as if trying to fill the cup with his mind. “No use doing anything,” he thought, “she’ll never come back.” Henry glanced around the room, his eyes lingering on a large family, then turned back into his drink. He slid his chair backward.
“I am so sorry. I completely forgot about you. Can I get you a refill,” the waitress asked?
“No,” he said, “Just the check.”
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