A Night at The Red Lion
A Night at The Red Lion It was just past midnight when Sarah first noticed him walk into the dimly lit, smoky confines of The Red Lion Pub on the outskirts of East London. With his rugged jawline and piercing blue eyes that seemed to glow in the low light, he stood out from among the motley crew of regulars who frequented her bar. Sarah had been working behind the counter for hours now; mixing drinks with a practiced ease while engaging patrons in small talk about everything ranging from politics and sports to relationships – but tonight she felt …
