Nina’s POV
The bar was dark and lonely on that Wednesday night, few people with sultry low jazz music playing in the background. Just the way I wanted, a drink alone after a stressful day at work. The barkeeper walked by, refilling my Black and Coke and smiling sadly at me before helping the two drunk and obnoxious customers by the pool table. Work had become such a chore. Sure, it wasn’t difficult working in an office and filling out papers and entering data on a computer, but it was boring. And when I came home to my empty apartment with nothing to do but watch TV and sleep, that was even more boring.
As I sipped on my scotch and soda, my mind drifted to what it would be like having kids… I didn’t expect to be almost thirty and not have any at this point. It didn’t help that I hadn’t
