Disclaimer is in chapter 1

AN: So here is the next chapter. I hope you will enjoy it like the last one!

Chapter 2

While I was having dinner I surprised myself on how many times I was wondering if I would get a chance to look at the mysterious woman here. But nothing happened. All blond women in there hadn't the right figure or had a different shade of blond hair. Feeling a little bit sad about this unsatisfying situation I find myself sitting in frond of the bar again.

I don't know why, but on me way I stopped by a cigarette machine and bought a pack. It seems as if all bad habits are coming to the surface again. I gave the smoking up not long after we met. But now, without you, there is really nothing more left to give me a reason for looking after myself and to take care of my life. Only pain and emptiness is there which I'm trying to block out most of the time. This behaviour gets me back to a former self of mine. Years ago I have been a lot different. I was mostly drunk, smoking and near of becoming addicted to harder drugs. No, I don't want to get back to this point, but loosing you has wounded me deeply. I don't know if I have the strength to heal again. To be so unsecured mostly results in destructive moves of my personality. My right hand lightly traces the lines of the pack of cigarettes. The need for one is slowly starting to burn inside of me. Some kind of a fire, which I haven't felt in a very long time. I can not say if I will be strong enough to fight it.

Suddenly a man appears by my side. "Are you alone here?" He smiles friendly. Not in the mood to talk I only nod. "A beautiful woman as you shouldn't be alone in a place like this. You want to come over to some friends of mine? We could have some fun together."

I eye him carefully and look to the group of people in which direction he has pointed. His last sentence has left a grin on his face that betrays his friendly appearance. Yeah, these are the right kind of guys. At first you think they want to be nice to you. But if you look into there eyes you can see that their only goal is to get into your pants. Ok, to be honest, there are also women who go for the same. But I have the luck that always these guys want to hit on me. It is as if they can not sense that you are generally not even interested in men. So I hope that he will get it, if I give him a hint.

"Perhaps I would come, but I don't see some girls on your table which could entertain me. And you don't want me bored, do you?"

Slowly the colour from his face disappears and after stuttering some excuses he retreads back to his friends. I sight in relieve. This wasn't a very friendly move from me, but the beers I already had have been loosing my tongue. And the guys trying to hit on me are going on my nerves. What is it that they can not accept a girl sitting alone on a bar? Do I have the letters 'single' on my head? Perhaps this image does trigger some kind of hunting instinct.

Staring into my bottle I am aware about someone new taking the seat next to me. "A beer, please," orders a voice. My head is moving on his own so fast that it starts to spin. There she is, the woman from the wellness-area. Now I am able to get a good look on her and can put a face to the voice. She must have sensed my moving, because I am greeted by a pair of light blue eyes, a beautiful face framed by nice, soft-looking blond hair. Looking into my eyes she seems to notice my discomfort.

"I'm sorry if I have startled you," she finally states warmly.

I shake my head. "No you haven't." I look again to the bottle in my hands. I feel a bit stupid about my reaction and hope that I will not have to explain my previous behaviour.

"Ok," the blond only states. Surprised about how simply she rubs it off, I blink a few times and look over again.

"Honestly, I heard your argument in the wellness-area earlier today and was curious who the nice voice belongs to." I feel my cheeks blush at my statement. A small smile is gracing her lips. She takes a sip of her beer before she speaks.

"Thanks for the compliment. And I like it when people are honest. It's refreshing."

I must have had already too much to drink, or is she really looking me up and down? Was her voice really so low, or am I seeing things? As a matter of fact she has beautiful blue eyes in which someone could forget himself easily. Whatever, her words are making me smile also.

"Yeah, but this honesty can bring you in trouble time after time." I drown my remaining beer. "I'm Patricia, but my friends call me Patty." Her smile is growing.

"Sofia." She takes the offer and shakes my hand. An enjoyable feeling is filling my stomach at the contact. And now that she has turned her upper body more in my direction, I'm able to steel a glance on her cleavage. Sofia notices and lets her eyes wander over my body. They finally rest on my face. What have I gotten myself into?

Affrayed about how this evening could end, I shy away from her looks. I don't think I am ready for this again. It is too soon. Only thinking about the possibility still feels like cheating on you, on us. I hope I can still manage to get myself out of this.

Thank you for reading!