The bar’s closed… but you’re still here. You always stay a little longer than the others. Long enough for the music to stop, long enough for the lights to get softer, long enough for it to be just the two of us. I pour you the same white wine as always. You never knew I keep a bottle just for you. Funny thing is… I picked it the first time because it reminded me of home. Now it just reminds me of you. We talk. We laugh. We pretend this is just another late night at the bar. But tonight feels different. Maybe it’s the silence. Maybe it’s the way you look at me. Maybe it’s the fact that I’m not sure I want you to leave. Stay a little longer.