Rain again

Then, what? Home alone. Again. Well, everybody needs some time to enjoy being alone, of course. Bullshit. Not today.

Perdita is walking home. She hurried in the morning and is wearing some peculiar clothes. Scruffy & sporty, professional & smart... or something in between. At the end of the day, any Cosmo cover style. The difference is it doesn't feel that nice. This is real life.

She decides to drop in a bar near her place, have a beer or something. But, as she goes in, this young man blocks her way. He's washing the floor. Blocks the way with the mop.

-We're closed, sorry! -He notices some desperation in her face.
-It's Ok. -She doesn't even look him in the eye.
-Well, I can serve you take away.
-I said it's Ok. I'm in a hurry, don't worry. Just wanted some beers to take home; some friends are waiting there.
-Then, how many? He drops the mop against the wall.
-Sure? I can have it in Kalim's anyway.
-Then? How many?
-A tenner... Cheers!

It starts raining again.