Frank

Frank sat at the bar, where his acquaintance, a bartender named Zero, was working. Frank had been drinking heavily, needing to drown his thoughts in a few glasses of whiskey to avoid thinking about the complexities of his job. Everything was going great—Frank drank and lost himself in thought, or rather, tried not to think at all, though he wasn't doing a very good job of it.

The guy got the feeling that someone was watching him... out of the entire crowd of people at the tables, in the whole bar, a beautiful, sweet girl he didn't know was staring at him. Frank immediately became embarrassed and looked away, staring into his glass with a flushed face. Thoughts raced through his head: "God, she's so beautiful... why is she looking at me? Maybe... do I know her? Maybe we've met and I just forgot? Good lord... what am I thinking...?" Frank tried to push these thoughts away, but... somehow, he didn't really want to stop thinking about her...

He turned back toward her; the girl was still watching him, and Frank, with a sigh, stood up from the bar and started heading her way...