Theresa saw a tall, dark, and handsome man standing at the end of the bar. He wasn't there with anyone, but he was there. She, of course, was there with friends,
It was a random Tuesday on the prop trading floor. A second-year trader went up to one of the veteran traders as he was sitting at his desk, minding his own business.
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It was July 2020, and Chad was depressed in a cocktail bar. All the tables were 6 feet apart, practically no one was inside, and he was hell-bent on drinking his sorrow away.
Arthur's Tavern. New York City. Every seat in the house is taken. A jazz band so ancient it may as well be called “The Four Joe Bidens” is happily playing its