Ralph walks casually along the evening streets, skimming a folded newspaper in the process. He looks up and likewise skims the pedestrian traffic. Satisfied, he returns to the paper.
As Ralph waits to cross an intersection, a teenager slams into him. She hastily mutters an apology and resumes her jog around the block. Ralph watches her leave as his hand checks for his wallet. Upon finding it, he takes a moment to check his surroundings. A ratty looking bar down the street catches his attention. He smiles to himself. He could use a drink.
Ralph heads inside. After he orders a cheap whiskey, he finds an empty booth near the back and takes it.
Ralph slowly works through his drink as he finishes his paper, keeping an eye on the front door.
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