I drove the car away from the restaurant, eager to escape the emotional turmoil and the allure of Lester's persuasive words. Avoiding the homely solace, I sought refuge at a resto-bar, hoping to drown out the heartache, if only for a moment.Opting for a seat directly in front of the bartender, I requested, "One tequila, please," determined to numb the ache within me. Without a second thought, I downed the shot swiftly, signaling for another without the customary lemon—what bitterness could match that of my shattered heart?As the bartender set down the fresh shot, I tossed it back in quick succession. My requests grew incessant, each shot fueling a sense of haziness until I felt the edges of intoxication."Waiter, one more, please," I murmured, my vision growing blurred.The bartender, sensing my inebriation, shook his head before reaching for the glass. Just as he made a move to retrieve it, a man's hand intercepted, drinking the shot unabashedly."Hey, that's my drink!" I protested
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