Stan looked around the bar with the same depressed look he’d worn for three months.
Ever since his girlfriend dumped him, he’d spent his days whining and his nights getting drunk in the hope someone would fall in love with him at first sight.
Then it happened. He saw the back of what he knew was the most beautiful woman in history across the room.
Smiling, he started across the room toward her. He was ten feet away when he heard the familiar laugh of his ex.
Turning, he grabbed someone’s drink from a table and gulped.
Maybe tomorrow night.