To Be or Not to Be

Michael POV:

Cal was unusually late, I've been waiting for more than 10 minutes, I knew we are yet to settle our previous spat but nonetheless, it was unlike him to come late when I needed him.

I allowed my eyes to drift to the Wooden stools butting up against a brass foot rail at a high counter, crowded tables and booths, patrons (laughing with friends, hitting on strangers, watching a TV affixed to the wall or staring into their drinks), a bartender with rolled-up sleeves freshening drinks and filling orders being delivered by wait staff, stacks of highball glasses in green-gray dishwasher racks, a sink with a sprayer, bags of ice in a tray or sink, draining trays, beer kegs being switched out, straws and stirrers, plastic skewers and straws, blenders whirring with colorful icy concoctions, several multi-button soda dispensers, a wall of alcohol bottles, upside-down stem glasses in racks above the bartender’s head, plastic tubs of lime and lemon wedges, fridges with juices, milk and