Marina walked alone into the streets, waving to some people she reconfnized, but all the way she was too pensative, still too mad to herself. She stopped by the tavern. That wasn't the most adequate place to her, but it was noisy and filled with many people, and it was all she needed on the moment.
She sat by the bar and asked for a beer, she didn't care of what people would think. All she wanted was to drink and forget about her problems, forget about him while she drink eagerly the liquid.