This was becoming a bad habit; going to the same bar after work, sitting by herself with her dirty martini. It was getting to the point where the bartender would have her drink ready before she even took off her coat. It wasn't like she was an unattractive woman or anything; men just seemed to be avoiding her these days. Maybe they could sense her glumness.
So it was the strangest thing when he walked in on that regular, dull night. He didn't look like he belonged there, in that rundown bar in his fine black suit and tie. Mia's eyebrow shot up immediately when he walked in, and watched him as he deliberately scanned the room. Maybe this rich boy's car broke down and he needed a phone or something. Whatever the case was, Mia knew the instant her eyes met his hazel ones, she was in trouble.
A Standalone Short Story with No Cliffhanger!