Chapter 89 Layla

• Layla
• Miles enters the bar, and I follow behind him with my head bent. The smell of stale beer and cigarette smoke almost triggers my nausea as I move to the corner of the bar and take a seat. My table is littered with half-full glasses of beer, and the seat is somewhat wet from spilled beer.
• Miles is seated at the bar, and this is the farthest table from him, which offers a clear view, so I sit in the puddle all the same. I look around at the bar. It’s an old bar that’s been remodeled to look newer, but the fake red paint is peeling off the wall to reveal the black paint beneath.