, the man noticed the ambient murmur of chatter and clinking glasses. He strode toward the vending machine tucked in the corner, the neon lights casting a warm glow around the place.
As he fished out the coins from his pocket, he noticed an old jukebox humming tunes from a bygone era. His eyes scanned the room and settled on a figure seated at the bar—a weathered man with a greying beard, staring into his drink with an air of quiet contemplation.
Curiosity sparked within the man. He decided to strike up a conversation as he waited for the vending machine to process his request.
“Mind if I join you?” he asked, taking a seat on the stool next to the stranger.
The man at the bar glanced up, acknowledging the newcomer with a nod. “Sure, take a seat.”