"I just feel so out of place." She mumbles, fiddling with her long brown hair and batting her violet eyes. The bar is loud and the lights are dim, the dance floor is full up with couples swaying to the beat and the smell of beer lingers in the air.
"Don't be such a poor Mayla" her friend says. "Go and get a drink, loosen up and then meet me on the dance floor." Mayla's friend rolls her eyes irritated.
But it's not Mayla's fault. She was timid and her posture screamed out her shy nature. Forced in a little black dress and heels that are too tight for her, she feels like everyone is staring at her.
She clunks over to the bar, flicking through her phone waiting for her order to be taken.
"Can I get you anything love?" the sleazy barman asks, winking. Mayla forces a smile, but her cheeks burn with embarrassment, as if he is judging her.
"Whiskey on the rocks" she tries to say confidently. The man gives her a dubious eyebrow raise and then nods, preparing her drink. Mayla swiftly turns around and notices a young man get up from a group and walk awkwardly toward the bar.
Mayla notices his slightly hunched over posture walk over to the bar and order a round of drinks. She almost goes to speak, but then shudders remembering no one will want to talk to her.
"Here's your whiskey love, if you need a lift home tonight, give me a call." He again winks. Mayla's face cringes, she hates men that talk to her that way.
"Excuse me" a voice calls. Mayla notices it's the young guy, he's holding her phone. "You left this on the bar." Gently, he places her smartphone in her hand.
"Oh thank you" Mayla says, holding onto her phone and drink tightly. The young man stares at her for a second and whispers
"Alexandria's Genesis."
Mayla, taken aback, stifles a smile.
"Sorry!" he jolts realising he's coming of slightly creepy, "It's just-just your eyes, they're incredible."
Mayla chuckles "It's okay, not many people know the technical term for it. They usually just dismiss it as weird."
"Weird?! It's quite spectacular, in fact for years, medical scientists were unsure the condition actually existed."
"I guess I'm living proof it does" Mayla grins, trying to hide the redness in her cheeks. "My names Mayla."
"I'm Spencer. Spencer Ried" he smiles warmly, he glances down at her drink. "You drink whiskey? That's rare."
"Why?" Mayla raises her eyebrows disapprovingly "Because I'm a women?"
"What? No, goodness no! Statistically, there has been a decline in whiskey drinkers- nearly 50%."
Mayla loosens her tight face and nods.
"Oh I see… you're full of facts aren't you?" Mayla smiles.
"Something like that" Spencer grins, his messy hair falling delicately over his shining eyes.
Authors note: Guys review! Unsure whether to continue, what do you guys think? Thanks!