Lithe dancers

Another girl sitting at the bar, her motionless back facing the entrance; to rid any possibility of bumping into a familiar face. She had sat on the same spot with an empty, now all-warmed up glass in her little palms for about three hours now. Her stare was so intense and fixated onto the dark amber liquid of a particular bottle of expensive Japanese whiskey sitting notably like a prized jewel in the cabinet behind where Jacob, the bartender was standing all night.

Jacob who was busy interacting with and serving his customers is now curious. He has never seen this girl in town and from the way she looked plus the fact that she hasn't spoken a word in English, she must be Russian. Or mute, possibly. Working at the bar for five years now, Jacob has come to peace in letting troubled faces slip by him nightly. He has learned the hard way that there is only so much he can do to help. "This girl, is just another troubled soul," he convinced himself for the seventh time since she sat there.

Both the hands of the clock are now parallel at the number '2'. She looked slightly disappointed at the sight of it. Perhaps she was abandoned by her date. And now she has passed her bed time and becoming grumpy. Maybe she's just pitiful to have no friends to hang out with. Slowly, she stood up, leaned against the bar table and left quietly, like she was never there. When Jacob walked over to keep her glass, he saw a note underneath it. His eyes watered when he read the note. He stared blankly towards the direction of the exit for about a minute thereafter before resuming his duties.

My love, leave yourself behind

Beat inside me, leave you blind

My love, you have found peace

You were searching for relief

My Love - Sia