Thought

"She hasn't come back since that night."

A voice caught Garrett's attention, causing him to turn on the backless round chair. When his hand landed on the bar, Garrett realized it was the bartender speaking to him. He offered Garrett a glass of drink.

"Thank you."

Expressing his gratitude, Garrett immediately took the glass. He enjoyed a sip and noticed the bartender taking a deep breath. She was leaning against the bar.

"The last time I saw her was that night. With you. And she never came back after that. Not even once."

While Garrett could ignore the first statement, he could not ignore the second. Of course, he couldn't pretend that the bartender wasn't talking to him. Because, in fact, he was.

"What's your name?"

Finally, Garrett decided to join the conversation. Starting with a basic question.

"Bert."

Garrett nodded once. "I'm Garrett. And the one you mean..."

Garrett decided to leave his sentence hanging. He