A/N This is not my usual genre of writing; review are welcomed. Thanks

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I stared at the clock above the Coors Light sign, willing it to move faster. It was almost closing time and I was ready to go home and sleep. It had been a long shift for sure. It didn't help that John and I had had a huge fight right before I walked out the door this afternoon at two; I expected a text message saying that he was sorry or that he didn't want to fight with me, but nothing ever came through on my phone and he never showed up at the bar during my shift.

"If you're not doing anything wrong, John, then why are you deleting text messages," I asked as I reached out for his phone. I knew it. He pulled away and put his phone in his pocket. I knew it. He was cheating on me again. He had come home on his lunch break and was acting very funny today. He normally just throws his truck keys and phone on the counter and makes his lunch. He did that when he came home, but as soon as I went to reach for his phone to make a call because my phone was still charging, he snatched it away and began pressing buttons. I knew it.

"Deleting messages from your other girlfriend, John," I asked as I rolled my eyes at him

"I'm not deleting anything, Chrissy."

"Then let me see your phone, mine is dead and I want to call my sister. It should be no big deal unless you're doing something you shouldn't be doing….."

"Chrissy, for God's sake, I'm not doing anything wrong with anyone. Get over yourself."

John's harsh words made my mouth drop open. It wasn't often that he talked to me like that. I must have either really pissed him off or he had something really bad to hide this time.

"Wow, John…."

He sighed. "I'm not hiding anything." He busied himself with making a sandwich. "Isn't almost time for you to get headed to work?"

I nodded. I was going to be late if I didn't leave soon. Deciding to be a big bitch, I grabbed my purse, sunglasses and keys and headed out the door without a good-bye or a kiss or even a 'see you later'.

It had been a long shift and I hadn't heard a peep out of John since I stormed out the door this afternoon at two. He usually sends me a text or stops down for a burger when I'm working. I must have really pissed him off if he didn't even come down to eat.

"Ten more minutes," I mumbled to myself. It had been pretty dead tonight; I had barely scraped thirty bucks in tips. For such a long shift, that was definitely a bust. Maybe John was right. Maybe I should go back to school or find a 'real job' as he liked to say.

I was just about to ask the night manager on duty, Rick, if it was ok if I started cleaning up and cashing out my register in an attempt to go home early. I got Rick's attention just as the door opened and three gentlemen walked through the door.

Gentlemen maybe wasn't the right word for describing these three men. Two of the men were very tall. One had longish black hair, dark eyes and an unkempt beard. The other man was bald but had a shocking red beard on his chin. Both men looked tired and restless as they looked around the near empty bar. They made their way over to the section that I was working at and sat down on the chairs, leaving the middle space open for the third man. He was slightly shorter than the other two and where the first two men were lean and muscular, this man was stocky. He had a white fedora on, a loud printed shirt and white linen pants. I couldn't see much of this face but he had long hair and a full grown beard.

I wish I could explain it in words, but I can't. All I know is that when my eyes met his blue ones and he smirked, it felt like my heart had stopped for a moment. People talk about feeling like they've experienced a feeling before and it shakes them. That is the exact feeling I got when the third man sat down in between his two companions, smiled at me and said, "Hello, Abigail. We meet, finally….."