Discovering Bob
I returned to the bar the following night and waited for about three hours but Bobby didn’t show up. When I asked people if they had seen her, they replied that they did not know where she was. Neither did she appear the next two nights and I went home pissed off after having waited for her on each night for several hours. On the third night, I decided that I would only wait an hour. After an hour, when she still didn’t show up, I got ready to leave. I paid for my drinks and started for the door. As I opened the door, I was startled to see Bobby standing there, looking up at me. My heart skipped a beat as she flashed me a really bright smile and a breathy “Well hello, …