Zurich Hauptbahnhof

He had chosen a table in a corner of the Brasserie Fédérale, far from looks he didn't need. The only stare he was getting was from Niki de St Phalle's nana who was peering in from where she was suspended. But they knew each other well.

He ordered a Guiness. A large one. The larger it was, the longer he could stay. There wasn't much else he had to do. The larger it was, the longer he could talk to it too. Every day he spoke to the beer glass. Hissing abuse. Pausing. Making peace. Pausing. Shaking his finger. Sipping his beer. Nodding in agreement. Biting his lower lip. Swearing that he will never let it happen again. Ever.