(I) Sammy was low...

Sam went to the bar, just to have a drink and think about his problems without anyone bothering him. Just him and his glass of gin. That's all. Because lately he's had too much things in his head. He's gathered lots of dreams, hopes and happy endings in his mind, and in a blink of an eye, it's broken in pieces. He doesn't even know how to feel anymore. Is it worth it to fight for what you want, when it always slips through your fingers? He feels lost in himself. Suddenly, he can't trust anyone or anything. It's just so weird. It's been a shock. She's broken his heart. Again. Any faith in her remaining in his heart has disappeared. Thank God his sense is there to prevent him from running into her arms, and crying, and asking why does she do it. Why does she act like if he had not feelings. Like if nothing could affect him. Because it's not like that at all.
    He sits there, playing with the glass.
            - You're fucked up, right?
      He turns to the left, surprised. The voice comes from a girl, an attractive girl. She's drinking some vodka. She's dressed in black. She's wearing red lips. She gives a kind of dangerous impression. Dirty and dangerous.
           - Sorry, are you talking to me?
           - Well, who else?.
      She stares at him, like if she was investigating something, like if she could read something in his face.
         - Let's make a deal, okay?.
         -What...what kind of deal?.
         She smiles.A hussy smile.
         -If I guess why are you sitting here, alone, drowning in that glass of gin, you'll invite me to a shot. Is that okay?.
       He's too surprised to say no. The girl gets a little bit closer to him. She's really beautiful, he thinks. She bites her lip and frowns.
      -Someone has broken your heart. And in your mind you're trapped by that person.
      His face turns pale as she laughs.
      -I am totally right, isn't it?
      She continues laughing, and he asks :
      -Who the hell are you?
       She stops suddenly. Her eyes seem darker.
      - Do you really want to know it?
         He gulps and nods.
      - Then meet me tomorrow, here, at the same time, gin boy.
       She smiles again, says goodbye to the barman and walks to the door.
     -Hey, wait! At least tell me, what is your name?
     - Maggie.
      And she disappeared in the night. Her name floting in his lips. Maggie...