Jordan sighed and he quickly looked about to find the echo. He had just heard another sigh, one which wasn’t his own. He caught a view of a particularly pretty, though miserable looking woman. She was beautifully dress and sitting three seats away from him at the end of the nearly empty bar. She was also nursing a drink and she certainly looked like he felt.
“Had a rough night too, huh?” he asked.
She lifted her head and gave him a wistful smile. “No more than usual,” she replied, a tiny hitch to her voice belying this completely.
He knew he should stop talking, but misery loves company, and man, did he need company; if it came in the package of a nice lady all the better. He’d take anything right now even if it came with a smack across the face for his impertinence. To be alone was to be thinking and he didn’t need that, not tonight, perhaps not for a long time.