Mysteries Hidden Behind the Old Tavern

Every evening, I pass by that oddly charming tavern with its flickering neon sign.
Inside, I imagine a world full of stories—lost loves, secret deals, lonely hearts.
It’s strange how a place filled with strangers can feel like home sometimes.
Today was just another typical day of juggling my part-time job and worrying about the future, but those fleeting moments imagining stories inside that tavern make it bearable.
Maybe one day I’ll step inside and find my own story to tell—or maybe keep dreaming from afar is better for now.