Er...okay. Hi. I'm sort of new to this website. This is my first story on here actually! It's just a simple one-shot. I thought it was sweet when it was formed in this odd brain of mind and I wrote it down! I would like to thank my editor- BSan, for well... editing it, as well as my other friends for reading it and giving me some helpful advice!
I hope that you all enjoy it, and reviews are always welcome!
"If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, it's yours forever. If it doesn't, then it was never meant to be."
He was sitting at a simple bar about ten minutes from his house. He ordered a plain beer, nothing more. It was warm outside, the air slightly crispier because it was nighttime, because the sun was gone for the day. He turned around so that he could see the window as well as the pedestrians walking along the street. He sighed as he watched; it was a Saturday night, most people were out conversing with friends or dancing at clubs, sleeping with random people they didn't know.
But not him. He turned around so that he was facing the bottles of alcohol on the wall once more. He caught sight of the bartender as well. The slightly older man was cleaning up a little; it wasn't a busy night and he had nothing better to do, just like the customer himself.
The man wasn't a big drinker, and not even close to being an alcoholic. He might have gotten drunk once, in college. But then again, who doesn't get drunk in college? And no, he was not a workaholic that got easily stressed out and never had time to drink. He had friends, plenty of friends actually. And they were pretty close, they talked a lot. He didn't have some wife at home who was bothering him about leaving the cap off the tube of toothpaste, or chewing with his mouth open. He just… needed a drink and didn't want to deal with going to a proper restaurant with people talking and yelling and complaining in his ear.
This bar was quiet, which was why he came. Sometimes it got busy, when they hired an aspiring musician or had a poetry reading. Sometimes, couples walking by would look inside and see it was empty, realize they wanted somewhere quiet, but not too intimate, and come inside. This bar was the perfect place.
It wasn't a dead beat bar with just him and the bartender, though. There were others too. In the corner, far away from the window, sat a couple, holding hands gently and talking softly to each other. He could sometimes hear their voices getting a little louder, or their laughter. He turned his head to the left to see another man sitting by himself. He seemed to have had a rough day. His jacket was on the chair next to him, and he would sometimes scratch the back of his neck nervously, or let out a vociferous sigh.
The man also saw two friends sitting by the window. They just arrived there a few minutes ago, and seemed to be waiting for someone. They talked a little louder than the others, just meaningless small talk. Perhaps they weren't too close, but the man gathered that they were both close to this friend they were waiting for.
He took another sip of his beer. It was starting to get warm, but sometimes he liked it warm; it showed that some things and life can be handled slowly, but they can still be just as good. His eyes met those of the bartender's for a brief second and he smiled gently. The bartender smiled back.
He didn't come to this bar often, but when he did, the bartender would always recognize him. They sometimes talked, just basic conversation such as, "How's business?" or "Nice weather we've been having lately." Sometimes they would talk about the news or the sports that was on the small television in the bar, but the conversation never escalated to more than that.
Every so often, the bar would fill up and it would be more animated, but still quiet enough to be alone with your own thoughts. The man looked around and let out a slightly depressing sigh. It probably wasn't doing well, and the chance of it closing was likely.
He looked back down at his drink and took a sip. He heard the door open and close quietly. A small breeze hit the back of his neck but he didn't shiver, he wasn't cold enough. Three seats to the right of him the person who walked into the bar sat down.
The bartender welcomed her kindly. She smiled sweetly at him and told him that she just wanted a simple soda. The man smiled slightly, chuckling. Who orders a non-alcoholic beverage at a bar? The girl obviously heard his quiet laughter and turned her head towards him. He looked directly back down at his drink as if he hadn't even seen her come in.
The bartender brought her the drink and she thanked him. He smiled at her kindness and was happy that she wasn't one of those rude customers he often was faced with. The woman took a sip of her drink and looked at the man sitting three seats to her left. She smiled at his appearance and looked down.
The man looked up at the woman curiously. She was pretty, there was no doubt about that. She had long, light brown hair, and from what he could see, light brown eyes. She had a pale, but someone olive complexion. He watched as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and took another sip of her drink. Her lips were pink, no lip gloss or lipstick, and they weren't big, but they weren't too small either. She had a round face with high cheekbones. She was wearing a simple sweater and jeans, and from what he could tell, she wasn't too tall, not compared to his five foot eleven at least.
He smiled. It was only very rarely that he saw a woman as beautiful as her, especially as close to him as she was. He took another sip of his beer and heard her laughing quietly beside him. He looked over and smiled. She looked back at him and tried to contain her laughter, but she was unable to do so.
She shook her head. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to distract you."
He smiled a little wider, her voice was kind, and in no way rude like he thought it would be. And her quiet laughter was as beautiful as a harp. "Is something funny?"
She looked at him with a slightly guilty, almost pitiful look on her face. "Well- it's just your sunglasses. I mean, they're really nice and everything, but we're in a bar. Most people don't usually wear sunglasses… in a bar."
His eyes widened in shock, he hadn't realized that he was still wearing his sunglasses. He usually took them off, but he didn't know that he would be staying for too long. He quickly took them off and put them on the counter. He scratched his cheek nervously, "I um, didn't know that I still had them on."
She smiled, her laughter quieting down. "They looked nice on you."
He smiled back and looked at her directly in the eye. He could see much clearer without the sunglasses on. "Um, thanks."
He didn't exactly have much experience when it came to the opposite sex, in high school he would always burry his nose in books, or hang out with his guy friends. He had a few female friends, but he wasn't much close to them. And his sister was much older than he… she hadn't taught him anything.
But was this woman flirting with him? How should he flirt back? Of course he wanted to flirt back, he just didn't know how. But he wanted to have more conversation with this woman.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," the woman said, her voice jarring him out of his own thoughts, "or be too forward. It was just an observation."
He smiled shyly. "It's okay. So…do you come here often?"
She shook her head. "I'm kind of new to the neighborhood. My friend suggested this bar, and I thought I would check it out."
"And order a soda, no alcohol?"
She smiled. "I'm not much of a drinker. Only occasionally." She ran her fingers through her soft hair, she was nervous too.
"Do you want me to buy you a drink?"
She shook her head, "No, thank you though."
They both took a sip of their drink. They looked away from each other out of nervousness. They would often sneak small glances at each other, their eyes would sometimes meet and they would either smile or look away.
The man finally thought of something to say. "Do you like the neighborhood so far?"
She nodded her head, "It seems nice. Any suggestions of restaurants or anything?"
"Well, there's a great coffee place just across the street from here. The people are pretty nice there. I go there on Saturday mornings, when it's not too crowded. They allow dogs, so that's a good thing."
"You have a dog?"
He nodded his head. "She's small, and young, but she likes to go outside often. The owners of the coffee shop don't mind, they're friendly."
"I'll make sure to check it out sometime."
After a few seconds of a peaceful, yet awkward silence he spoke up again, "What about you, do you have any pets?"
She rolled her eyes a little bit, "I've tried. I had a dog once, she was really friendly, but my roommate was allergic to dogs, so I gave her to my friend, I still see her sometimes, but I never really got to know her, so I guess I'm not that upset over it. I wouldn't be that great of a dog owner anyways. I've had a few fish in my lifetime, but fish don't have a very long lifespan, and they're pretty to look at and all. But they're not exactly much entertaining."
He smiled a little. "I'm sure that you would have been a great dog owner. And yeah, fish are pretty boring. If you get to close, they swim to the other side of the fish tank."
She laughed a little and nodded her head. "That's true! Whenever I would walk past the tank, my fish always got so scared!"
He heard the door open behind them, and they both turned to see whom had either entered or left the bar. They watched someone walk towards the table where the two friends were sitting. They greeted each other animatedly and left the bar only a few seconds after. Once the man and woman turned back to each other, they smiled shyly.
The bartender had been witnessing their conversation the whole time. He rarely ever saw any two people meet each other in his bar and have such a strong type of connection. He quickly ducked into the back room and turned on some slow music. He dimmed the lights just a little bit and headed back outside.
The man scratched the bar counter nervously, and looked over to the girl. "Do you, um… do you want to dance?"
She looked up at him and smiled. "Sure… but I'm not very good. Just to warn you."
The man smiled, wider this time, and stood up. The girl followed his steps onto an area meant for dances such as this one. He took one hand in hers and wrapped an arm around her waist. She smiled up at him, he was much taller than her, and she had to look up just to see his jaw. She placed her free hand on her shoulder while they swayed side to side a little awkwardly.
Halfway through the song, the woman rested her head against the man's chest. They both sighed in contentment and he wrapped his arm tighter around her waist. The song soon ended but neither one of them stopped swaying and neither one of them loosened their grip on each other. Within seconds another song started. They didn't even notice the other customer from the bar get up and leave.
She slowly lifted her head from the man's chest and looked into his eyes. He found himself unable to look away. And before either one of them could understand what was happening, she was lifting her head further up, and he was lowering his head further down.
His lips were soft against hers. The kiss wasn't sloppy, nor was it chaste. It was deep, and passionate, yet slow and giving. Her hand gently played with the hair on his neck while his arm wrapped tighter around her waist, bringing her closer to him.
The bartender looked at the two "youngsters" as he called them, and smiled. He felt as if all of the troubles from the week had gone away. The bills didn't seem to be much of a problem anymore, and the lack of customers weren't an issue.
The two slowly broke away from the kiss and gazed into each other's eyes, not in the cliché way that you always see on television, but the way that they didn't know what else to do and they were unsure of themselves. They finally settled with her resting her head on his chest and him resting his on top of hers.
The song ended, and the bartender cursed mentally for not choosing a CD with longer songs, and more of them. The music ended and the couple was forced to break apart. They walked back to their seats but didn't sit down.
The man spoke first. "It's getting late."
The woman nodded her head. "Yeah, I should be heading home soon." She smiled her sweet smile at him. "It was nice meeting you."
He nodded his head and took out his wallet. He paid for both of their drinks and put his coat on. She shook her head. "Oh, you really don't have to."
The woman was already reaching into her sweater pocket, but the man stopped her. "No, it's okay. It's just a coke. Maybe next time you should get something more expensive."
She smiled at him. "Thank you."
They both said their goodbyes to the bartender and walked out of the bar. They waved goodbye to each other, their looks filled with awkwardness and hope and a little bit of pure excitement. After waving for a little longer, they parted ways. The bartender couldn't help but smile, and hope that he would see the two of them again sometime soon.
So...I hope that you all liked it! I would LOVE to hear what you guys thought of it! Thanks for reading!