The glass sat empty in front of the similarly vacated bar stool. Alan wasn’t sure where the girl had gone, even more unsure of how he could have missed her exiting.
She’d come into the bar at 4, in the strange limbo hours that fall between lunch eaters and happy hour attendees. She was dressed simply, just jeans and a long gray tank top, and she wore sunglasses over her eyes until she reached the bar. Here, she had slid into her seat, removed the glasses and placed a 10 dollar bill on the table, all in one fluid motion. He had immediately noticed her bright green eyes and the conspicuously large men’s watch she wore on her left wrist.
“What can I get you?” he asked, placing a coaster on the bar.
“Double gin and tonic, lots of ice,” she’d answered instantly. He had paused, about to ask for her ID when he noticed she’d already slid it across the bar. Looking down, he read her name Augustus, July (that seems cruel, he thought) and her birthday January 1, 1986 which made her 26. He smiled up at her and returned the card, then turned to make the drink.
When he placed it in front of her, she nodded and pushed the $10 toward him. He turned to the till to make change.
When he turned back, he was faced with that empty glass with its empty bar stool, and he was suddenly alone in the bar again, holding $3.75 in his hand with no one to give it to.