podeamSorry.
This particular lady keeps popping up in my thoughts. Yes, it is a Mysterious Lady, but this story isn’t wont to end up with masked bandits and riding into sunsets.
It was a night, as most nights are, with dinner and drinks and friends and.. not-friends (but that’s another story); her night seemed to rather different.
She was sitting alone at her table, with her glass of wine. Right in front, right near the band, she would sway to the music, occasionally singing along.
There was another glass of wine, untouched, sitting across her.
And it remained untouched the entire night.
It’s times like this you wish you really could read someone like a book, just so that you can flip back the pages and see what happened.
A pretty Mysterious Lady, sitting alone in a bar, who requested the band play Apologise.