บท 3: Chapter 3

That was one of the things about being from Arizona. Even after years away, he still disliked winters a lot, especially the snow. At least he’d learned how to drive in it by now. It made his job easier.

By the time he made it to the “straight friendly” bar, the place was hopping. There were people everywhere, and Mark went directly to get a drink.

He knew the looks he was getting, but at least the dyke behind the bar didn’t seem to care. He winced internally at the slur. He knew better than that.

He got himself a beer and sat on the last barstool with his back to the wall. Best place to people-watch and nobody could get behind him.