Here we go again with a rather short little nothing! I actually like this, a lot, and so might make a, well, a little short story for it-not very long, but at the very least a chapter or two!

Um, anyways, I hope you like it.

There's this girl…I see her every night at the bar-she doesn't ever drink, she just dances. Every night. It's like clockwork. She comes in at ten, makes her way to the bar where she drops off her purse, has a chat with the bartender. She dances until midnight and then she leaves.

It happens every night. Like clockwork. And I can't help but watch her, want her…I can't help but be jealous anytime someone goes near her.

I don't even know her, and yet I've fallen in love.

I've fallen in love with the girl at the bar…

It's not rationale, I realize that. And that's what I tell myself all day long; it's not real, I just think that that is how I felt during the night.

But then I cave and go to the bar, see her, and fall in love all over again.

It happens every night.

Like clockwork.

Yup. There it was.

If you think I should turn this into what I said I was thinking about above, let me know!

Thanks for the read, and reviews are greatly appreciated!