We were at a bar that we’d been frequenting, hoping to become recognized as regulars. For some reason it was closed to the public, as though it were after hours or a private party was going on. A group of men appeared at the door and I asked them who they were, what they wanted. They walked past me blithely, without responding. I realized they were friends of the owner, or maybe among the owners, and I was embarrassed at not having known.

Sara ordered me an Oddly Ale.