I've been at the club for almost an hour, waiting for Ezra. We'd agreed—more like I'd forced him to agree, to meet here so I could bore him with the story of my marital issues. But it seems like he's going to be a no-show, which means I have to drink in solitude, again. 

My mind is flooded with memories of the last time I'd had drinks here alone, which was only two days ago. Though I can't remember everything that happened that night, I'm sure I'd made a big mistake. One which I'm still regretting to this moment. 

You'd think I'd learned my lesson on drinking in public alone,...