Gabriel learnt the hard way that it was harder to sooth the pain of a broken heart by just staying in his office and staring at the landscape of Oslo while hoping that Leonica would walk right through his office door and tell him that she was just pulling a prank on him.
The truth was, that wasn't happening. Not anytime soon.
So here he was, sitting on a bar stool in a pub, drowning his sorrow away with alcohol.
The bartender had already given up on him, choosing to let the male drown in his own misery instead of telling him off.
Gabriel raised the beer mug to his lips, taking another sip, hoping that the alcohol would magically erase the fact that he had just screwed up and chased away the best thing that had ever happened to him.
His grandmother sure would be disappointed from up above, he chuckled at the painful truth.