Cabanela rested his head on one hand and stared at the distorted table through the amber liquid. It seemed a somehow fitting image of his current life's state. He didn't know why he ordered the drink. He avoided drinking now – didn't dare risk a slip up.
He took a sip from his half empty glass of water. It was habit, that's what it was, he thought as his gaze drifted to the empty seat across from him. It had been a bad day and this was the place to unwind. Their place.
Next time he would come with better company.