Two months ago…
"Unorthodox." I commented as I watch the girl clad in a rugged ensemble dish out Yiruma's River Flows in You.
I hear Ethan laugh beside me, "What will you have?"
"Just gin and tonic." I answer without taking my eyes on the pianist. Then she transitions to something else and starts to sing.
Ethan returns to our table with our drinks, "You look like a hypnotized puppy."
"This day sucked me dry, her voice is what I need." I shrug.
He snorted, "That woman is a head case. I offered to buy her a drink once, she snapped. She snaps at anyone who tries to."
"Ah, the great Ethan rejected?" I let out a chortle.
He was about to retaliate when his phone rang, "Tom, Eli wants me home."
"You are whipped, mate. Go, I can manage." I say.
I cursed inwardly, "Damn you, Ethan. You bastard."
As my interest all piqued up, I followed the pianist with my eyes as she sat in front of the bar, her phone must've upset her, because she drained her glass and signaled for another one. A welcoming aura and a beautiful face is what I'm only seeing. Then she smiled, I figured out why Ethan tried.
I quietly occupied the stool beside her and started, "The Yiruma piece was incomplete."
"Ah, he noticed." She mutters and turns to face me.
I smiled unabashedly, "Apparently."
"I'm sorry. Tequila played it, Tequila tends to forget." She quips with a sarcasm.
"Oh, it's nice to meet you, Tequila." I say with a smile.
She cocks her head to one side, "That's a good one. But no, I'm not telling you my name."
"Damn woman, you are quick." I chuckle.
She sniggers, "I'm inebriated, but my head is still clear."
"Oh, we gonna use long words? I've got no dictionary handy." I joke.
She snorts, "Try Google, she knows everything."
The banter and drinks continue. Her inhibitions are getting drunk, I noticed, because she leaned in to look at me closely, "Pretty, pretty eyes. Can I have them?"
I shake my head and she pouts. "So, what's your story?" I ask.
"Right now, I'm just a girl in a bar." She teases.
I acquiesce, "Then I'm just a boy in a bar."
She looks at me intently again, "I think I've seen you before."
"I'm sure you know me." And I flash her my infamous smirk.
"Maybe." She tries to stand up but wobbles, "Oh God, I'm drunk."
I caught her, she held onto me, our gazes met and I felt the pull towards her. I surrendered and kissed her.
"Pretty eyes" she says. I immediately grabbed her purse and lead the way out of the bar.