Whiskey and Wounds

I'm back at the counter after serving table 17. Maya comes to me once I'm alone.

"I don't see him. Your man. He usually comes in around this time of the day, but he's not here right now. It's unusual," she whispers.

I pretend I don't hear her and keep my eyes on my booth.

"Is he okay? Do you think he got into an accident and can't make it?" she continues.

I remain silent.

"Tell me what you talked