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Chapter 1 – The Bar
A few hours later, Brett walked into a smoky bar across town from Molly's. After sitting silently on her couch for a few hours, she needed to get out. In her state of mind, a bar was probably not her best choice of place to go.
The place was apparently popular on this particular evening, because there were very few places to sit. Walking up to the bar, she quickly the only available seat near the end of the bar. As she raised herself up on to the bar stool, the man in the seat next to her looked over.
Brett blushed as he gave her a slow once over. She hadn't really dressed to impress, just wearing a pair of old jeans and an old Colts t-shirt. She hoped the poor lighting in the bar hid her reaction to his gaze. He was a very attractive man she decided. Tall, she assumed, thought it was hard to tell with him sitting down. He had well-built arms which showed due to the tight sleeves of his t-shirt. Short brown hair and blue eyes completed the picture.
The blush on her face deepened as she noticed the smirk that slowly appeared on his face. Apparently he had noticed her examination of him.
She decided to suck it up and just introduce herself, "I'm Sylvie". He smiled at her, "Jeff." She smiled back at him as he signaled the bar tender over.
As the night went on, Sylvie felt lighter than she had in a while. Since she had agreed to go out with Joe in fact. It wasn't that she didn't care for him, because she did. Even if they weren't exactly getting along at the moment, she still considered him a friend. Despite the conversation she overheard after shift.
But not all relationships last forever, and one of the reasons she had been hesitant to go out with him when he asked is because she had been worried about what would happen if they broke up.
Jeff was an easy conversationalist and they talked about anything and everything as the night went on. The more they talked, the more Sylvie attracted to him she became. She didn't really know him, most of the subjects they talked about weren't deep. Things like music, television shows, and movies. But there was just something about him.
Unfortunately, as the night went on, both Sylvie and Jeff became more intoxicated. They were both drinking to forget.
It was last call before either was ready to move from their seat. As Sylvie slid off the bar stool she was perched on, she almost tripped and fell to the floor. If not for Jeff's quick reflexes, she would have crashed to the floor.
She giggled to herself as she leaned up against his broad chest. She looked up into this blue eyes, and she felt her breath catch.
She wasn't sure who initiated that first kiss, but soon they were kissing deeply. All too soon, Jeff pulled away and led her from the bar. After exiting the bar, Jeff took her hand and led her to a waiting cab. Once inside the backseat, Sylvie pulled him to her after providing the driver her address.
Upon reaching her apartment, she quickly pulled him to her bedroom, unsure if Gabby was home from Molly's.
After she closed the door, Jeff pulled her to him again and together they crashed to the bed.
