Sky sat in the back of the Three Broomsticks, leaning back against the worn leather seats of the booths. She wore a black hoodie and faded blue jeans with black converse. Her straight black hair went down her back and shoulders. Her eyes wondered around the bar, observing the drunks and the depressed, with the few students and rare happy adults.
"I said could I get you anything?" A rough deep voices asked. Sky looked up to see a tall, plump old man with a gray beard and tired blue eyes. Sky must of been in a trance, for the man seemed agitated.
"Um, in a moment. I'm waiting for somebody." She replied, trying to sound as nice as possible. The man nodded and immediately went back to the bar. Sky sighed and closed her eyes. He might be her soon. She didn't even know.