Frank

Frank was sitting at the bar, behind which stood a bartender he knew named Zero. Frank drank a lot, because he needed to drown out his thoughts with a couple of glasses of whiskey, so as not to think about the complexity of his job. Everything was great - Frank drank, thought about his own, or rather, tried not to think at all, but it didn't work out well. The guy thought that someone was looking at him... out of the whole crowd of people at the tables, in the whole bar, a beautiful, sweet girl he didn't know was looking at him. Frank immediately became embarrassed and looked away, staring into his glass with a ruddy face. Thoughts raced through his head: "God, she's so beautiful... why is she looking at me? Maybe... I know her? Maybe we know each other, I just forgot about her? God... what am I thinking about...?" Frank tried to push these thoughts away, but... he somehow didn't want to stop thinking about her... He turned to her again, the girl was still looking at him, and Frank, sighing, stood up from behind the bar, heading towards her...