Late Night at The Bar

It was late night and the bar was empty except for him. He sat alone, sipping his whiskey and smoking a cigarette. The smoke curled lazily around him, a companion in the silence. He was lost in thought, the amber liquid warming his throat and the nicotine calming his nerves. It was a welcome escape from the chaos of his life. For a moment, he forgot about the problems waiting for him outside the door. In that dimly lit corner, he found solace in the simplicity of a glass of whiskey and a cigarette.