All evening he kept popping up when I least expected. I dropped more beer bottles than I had since I first started working at the bar. The harder I tried to pull it together, the more out of control I spun. And if the haunting wasn't enough, the scroll obsessed me, as well. I felt compelled to check on it every few minutes to make sure it was still safe and hidden away. Not that I could—it was an especially busy evening. As I poured a shot of tequila, I had the fleeting thought that this was what the rest of my life would be like. Depressing, to say the least. By the time the other bartender, Vivian, arrived, I was frazzled. Not a good thing, because dealing with Vivian was trying at best. In my defense, I'd tried to befriend her, but she'd never been open to it. I didn't know why she disliked me from the moment she set eyes on me. All I knew was that she took pleasure in making my life hell but was a total angel whenever a man was around.
