My back was towards the bar as I sat next to Hojo. He was telling a story about something awfully boring that everyone had heard a million times, everyone laughed at the right parts. Boosting his self esteem as I continued to sit next to him and carry on with my fake bit as well. I noticed that his drink was getting low so I got up to go to the bar. He always left a tab open and being regulars everyone knew I was with him. I approached the bar, careful not to get too close, bars tend to be sticky and I was not going to ruin my new clutch.
"What will it be gorgeous?" The guy next to me said as he put his hand on my lower back.
"Excuse me, I'm getting my own." I said with distaste. He dropped his hand back to his side and looked at me. It was like he was looking into me, as if he could see every thought and feeling I'd ever had. Then he ordered his drink, and before he left he whispered "You're too beautiful, to be so tired."
My vodka cranberry was placed in front me as I watched him walk out. "Sango, who was that guy?" I asked the bartender.
"Oh him! Oh my, he is the sweetest guy! He plays rugby and just transferred not too long ago!" She said with a slight blush. She winked at me before saying "Don't worry; he's not nearly as playful as he portrays to be."
"Well, I think he's rude." I picked up my drink and walked back to the table where Jackie was snuggling up next to Hojo asking more details about his story. I was at a place in our pointless relationship where I didn't care that other women would throw themselves at Hojo, he was extremely faithful and knew how to keep his distance. I sat in another spot and kept to myself as everyone else was in their own conversations.
I started to drink and felt the instant taste of cranberry. A nice mix of sweet and alcohol. My pumps were beginning to hurt my feet so I quietly got up and left the bar. I sent Hojo a text message to tell him that I was going home and to not wait up for me, I wasn't coming over tonight. The walks home were always a little scary when walking alone but I needed the air and I knew what areas to stay away from.
When I reached my apartment I took off my shoes and left my clutch on the counter. I crawled into bed and opened my computer. I looked on the school's social network and then switched to my blog sites. Will I ever be happy? Do I really look that tired? My train of thought took me back to the guy whispering in my ear. He's broad shoulders, strong hand and his long silver hair. I realized I was holding my breath as I thought about his eyes, amber eyes that seemed to see everything that I was. There was no holding me in that spot in time besides those piercing eyes. I slammed my laptop shut and put it on my night stand. I will fall asleep, I will.
