chapter two
"I am an idiot. How could I think that this guy will be one more time in this pub?"
Sophie was looking around for a last time. The room was full of smoke and it was far from cleanliness. Sophie was right the pub didn't encourage to the next visit. Cigarettes smoke, dirty tables covered with a sticky substance of unknown origin. And guests, suspects types who were sipping something that would resemble as a beer.
The girl wondered how that decent man whom she saw yesterday, get here. Because he didn't fit. Everybody noticed it. An elegant jacket and foreign accent immediately attracted attention.
Yesterday she was sitting exactly in the same place. She was sipping some water. She had never drunk any alcohol during her "work". And she saw him. He was sitting a few chairs away from her. Ideal goal. She smiled, he smiled back, but then he looked away.
"It will be rather hard."
Sophie turned to the man sitting next to her. She didn't notice when he arrived. She looked at him questioningly.
"I am talking about him." He explained, pointing the stranger with hiss glass. "He have to be really hard, if he didn't react on your smile. I did."
She smiled slightly and apologized, wanting to get up and sat closer to the elegant stranger. The blond man who was sitting next to her grabbed her hand.
"Hey, don't run away." He let her go, when she gave him angry look. " I just wanted to chat or offered you a drink."
"I am not interested."
"That is bad. But you have nothing to lose, that guy comes out. I think you scared him."
Sophie looked at the other side of the pub. Indeed, a mysterious stranger put his glass, threw some dollars, got up and headed for the exit. Damn.
She turned to intruder. She really wanted to wipe his stupid grin from his face.
"So, Can I persuade you for a drink?"
He is impossible. She thought.
"I don't drink with strangers." She pointed every single word.
"It is not a problem." The blond stood up and gave her his hand. "I am Gilbert."
The girl hesitated for a moment. She shouldn't do that. But he was quite handsome…
"I am Sophie." She said, squeezing his hand.
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She was sitting in the bar like yesterday. She allowed herself to came back to yesterday happenings. At the same time she vigilantly looked around the place, this time she was checking if there is Gilbert. She didn't want to meet him again. Not after they rather nasty breakup. For god's sake she tried to rob him! She really didn't want to see him again. So she borrowed a wig from Bell. Now she had long ginger hair instead her brown strands. And it was really hard to recognize her in the dark and smoky room.
It is useless. I am sitting here for quite long… Dark haired man didn't show up and no one else was worth her effort. She had a few things that she stole from Sadik, maybe she should try to sell them.
She get up and headed to the exit. The door suddenly opened and several men walked into the pub. One of them had familiar dark hair. Sophie stopped next to him, wanting to take a closer look.
It is not him, she thought, calming a little bit. The man was much shorter then that one from yesterday. But she still felt like she had seen him before. Strangers passed her and that dark haired man looked at her, frowning. Then she remembered why he was so familiar.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." She muttered under her breath.
She noticed that he was talking with bartender. Then she quickly left the pub.
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"I am looking for a girl." A soft, southern accent didn't fit into cold tone which the stranger used.
"You are not a one." Man behind bar growled.
A stranger's hand incredibly quickly grabbed the man's collar and crushed his head to dirty surface of the bar.
A couple of guys started get up from their seats, ready to attack, but the brunet nonchalantly pulled out a weapon. They sat like nothing happened.
"You are funny. But I am not in the mood for jokes. So when I ask you one more time, you will politely respond, okay? Otherwise, I will blow your head on the counter and my guys will change the décor. Got it?"
The bartender didn't answer. The stranger hit his head hard on the counter.
"Got it?"
"Yes." The man groaned. Brunet let him go.
"It is great that we understand each other. So, let's talk about our business. "