LBD and Heels
Conversations paused as the door swung shut behind Minori, only soft muzak coming from an unknown direction prevented icy silence. Still dressed in his business suit and on his way home from the office he stood out like a racoon at a kangaroo convention but he was too far in to perform an about turn with any dignity. Sticking to his original plan he walked to the bar, climbed aboard the only vacant barstool and ordered a light beer. Bar Chantelle was twixt office and home, roughly halfway, and like most areas of the city that Minori had moved to a month earlier it was another new to him area. “Haven’t seen you here before” a stool neighbour said “I’m Danny, general manager here for my sins” He smiled and half raised his glass toward Minori. Bar Chantelle was the sort of place that Minori had been searching for online without success, fate and thirst had conspired together to bring him to a place better than he imagined the city had to offer. He told Danny about his transfer to head ...