My plan was going surprisingly well. I guess good makeup and a dress was bound to draw an audience. As I slid into the seat beside him, the man leaned in and chuckled. “Can I buy you a drink?"
I returned his smile, my confidence growing with each step. "Sure, why not?"
As he ordered our drinks, I learned that his name was Harry. There was an air of understanding between us. This wasn’t going to go any deeper, and we enjoyed the air of mystery between us well enough. And as we conversed, I felt more confident in bringing him somewhere more private.
The night wore on, the bar around us becoming a blur as the conversation grew more heated. We laughed, we flirted, and in those moments, I felt a small sense of liberation. The weight of the past weeks seemed to fade into the background, repla
