Two More Hours Later, in a Private Bar…
"And then—hic—they kissed me and they—huhuhu!"
Silo watched the drunk Lola across from him bawl her eyes out. Her disaster of a makeup worsened as the black eyeliner and eyeshadow dripped down her cheeks.
"Oh, god." He picked up the box of tissues on the side and handed it to her.
She didn't hesitate to take a few and blow her nose, continuing with her sentiments. "I miss them so much! How is this even possible? Hic!"
"Lola, I think we should go," he urged, feeling defeated. "It's already midnight."
But his words faded in her ears as she wept and wept until her eyelids were just as swollen as her fan-sized eyelashes. Silo scratched his temple and chugged his drink, just letting her cry it out.
Leaning against the side of his seat, he shook his head. "It's been a while since I saw you cry," he muttered. "I think the last time was when we were still in high school…"
