She sat at the bar nervously ripping the the label off her beer bottle. It had been six months but time hadn’t changed anything. She still loved him even though she knew she shouldn’t.
It had been his idea to meet here tonight, at the bar where they had first met three years ago. They spent almost every night together after that. The Blue Room was their refuge from the heat of the valley and the complexities of life. He would chat up the bartender while she played darts. Sometimes she played for hours. It reminded her of her grandfather; the only other man that had ever stayed in her life.
The bartender smiled as she ordered another beer; he was happy to see her again.
She moved to a booth with a view of the front and ran her finger along the seam of the banquette. The turquoise upholstery was starting to crack and fray. The door opened, flooding the entrance in neon red. Her heart jumped. This was a mistake.