Pushing past a couple who gave me a dirty look I shouted out an apology but didn’t turn back to look at them. People were glaring at me while some even cussed out loud as I strode past them straight to Andrew.
He was leaning against the bar with a drink in his hand laughing away at something the bartender had told him. He looked fresh and happy contrary to how I had imagined him to be. Of course, that doesn’t mean that I would have liked him to be depressed in fact it lessens my guilt somewhat that even after I broke his heart, he is still in a better position than I am.
As I grew closer, I could make out that he was in a different attire than what he usually wore. Rugged and torn denim wasn’t his usual clothing and neither was the thick chain around his neck. If it wasn’t for his face that came into my view, I would never have guessed that it was Andrew standing there.