First message
I didn’t notice anything at first. The music booming, customers chatting. Drinks on end. It was summer break for all the college kids, and most of them hung out here every night. I was busy shaking the mixer when my eyes caught hers. She was stumbling, trying to make her way over to the bar. I felt frozen, like I wanted to do something but couldn’t. My heart pounded, wondering if this was something serious. Something told me it was.