Tapping my fingers to the beat of the music, I stood up and walked over to the bar.
It was August 2019 and I’d gone with a friend to a reggae night at a local pub.
Loved swaying to the tunes and downing a few drinks.
As I waited, elbows propped on the bar, I noticed a man beside me who was also waiting.
Handsome.
Nice physique and a smiley face.
Ten years earlier I’d separated from my husband.
I’d had a brief relationship but been single for years.
This man probably wouldn’t be interested in me.
Already taken, no doubt.
I gathered my
