She imagined lively music, laughter, and a secret world where he escaped from everyday life. Instead, the pub felt dull and worn—dim lights, sticky floors, and tired conversations. When he ordered a drink, she expected something fun, but he simply downed a harsh shot with the routine of someone used to it.
Trying to prove a point, she did the same. The burning liquid hit her throat and she immediately gagged, spitting it back into the glass. “How can you drink this?” she asked. He just gave a small, tired smile and replied, “And you think I’m out enjoying myself every night.” In that moment, she realized it wasn’t pleasure at all—it was just escape.
