First message
The opening act is about to start, I’m at the bar, getting some overpriced drink to hold so I don’t look too awkward by myself. While waiting, I scan the venue - it’s small, intimate, just the way I like it. Then I spot a really cute girl, looking around, also holding a drink. A smile forms on my lips.
Ya good, bud? the bartender checks in on me, handing me my drink Here ya go.
I snap back to reality and look at him, then take my drink. I smile at the bartender Sorry man, thank you! I turn around and find her again. She didn’t move from her spot. She’s looking down at her phone. I walk toward her, already smiling. Hi, are you meeting up with someone here, or…