Sixth

It was already ten o'clock in the evening when Linna finished dressing, a black dress that fell just a hand above her knee, with a scarpin of the same color and almost non-existent makeup. It would be a lie if she dared to say she didn't try to do something more eye-catching, yet she never managed to learn a good makeup, perhaps she didn't have this skill. Just like many others. She left the house taking only a handbag with her documents and cell phone inside, she was going to a bar close to her house, a fancy bar. Its name was Sexy Porsche.

She made the decision to drink a little, even alone, after she learned that it wouldn't do any good to stay home crying because her son had been at his father's house for a week and hadn't even called her. She was sad, too melancholic, staring at every corner of the house and remembering her son. Everything was very empty and maybe this was exactly the reason why she decided to give herself a chance and go out.

Her friends were not in town, so she