Surrounded by youth he sits in the corner, waiting for someone who will never come. Grey specked beard, red bloodshot eyes, brown hat tipped forward in a final goodbye. He stood up slowly bones cracking , moving back into place. He pulls his blue coat on and fastens the gold buttons with trembling hands. Then comes the scarf wrapped round once then twice desperate to fight off the cold outside. He looks around one last time, picks up his glass,he holds it tight, lifting it up to his chapped lips he quenches his thirst downing every last drop. He heads for the door with powerful long strides the room is enraptured by his exist young eyes follow his curiously wondering his secrets. He stops and braces himself for the cold of outside then with one final push he leaves and the eyes of the young return to their original positioning.