I’d been a blind asshole. All this time she’d been right there. If not for Thea’s drawing, I may have never opened my eyes. They were open now. I found myself searching for her constantly. If I was working, I kept one eye on the door, waiting and hoping she’d come into the bar. And if she didn’t, I’d hurry to close down the bar and hustle the few blocks to her street, wishing her light would still be on.
