She is not into it, anymore. She is with someone else, apparently in the long-distance relationship she didn't want with me. She invaded my bar last Tuesday, began talking to me. I looked at her coldly and left abruptly when a friend saw us and called me out for a cigarette.
A brief respite: thinking about the trials and tribulations of the last year, month by month, in painstaking detail.
While Yackity Sax is playing.