I stood in contemplation, fingers lingering over the rows of corked bottles in front of me. I had a decision to make, was I going to drown my sorrows in white or red wine this evening. I still couldn't believe that Marcus had gone. I knew I'd been a bitch to live with at times, but I never thought it would come to this. It felt so final, especially now he'd returned for all his things. It was like part of the house was empty and now it would just be me and four walls to stare at. A life of meals for one and masturbation seemed to stretch in front of me like an endless road. I was 25 and it felt like life was over. A familiar voice broke my chain of thought.nn"Don't take too long, we close in two hours!"nnI turned to see Hayden grinning widely at me from behind the counter. The comedian of the corner shop, and probably the only 47 year old that I had ever had a girly crush on since as far back as I could remember. I had been so indulged in my own misery I had failed to notice he was there. nn"Cheeky! I called back at him, plucking an extra large bottle of red from the shelf. He laughed to himself before turning back to the little old lady he was serving. At least he'd managed to make me smile, despite having endured what could possibly have been the worst day of my life so far. By the time I had completed my shopping, which took all of five minutes, I was the only customer in the shop. Hayden was bent over, restocking the cigarette display, I got his attention by slamming down my basket on the counter.nn"Bad day?