Nevertheless, I walked in and ordered a glass of champagne. I picked a stool two seats down from her, just at the curve of the bar, so it looked as if I had no choice but to glance at her. She kept gazing ahead, as if all the answers to her prayers were to be found in those empty glasses. By the time I finished half my drink, I still might as well not have been there. She hadn’t acknowledged my presence once, despite the two of us being the only patrons.
I had plenty of time to study her, though.