When I woke up the next morning, I was already trying to decide what I was going to wear to The Q that night. I had to muddle through work, even though I could barely concentrate. I swear, I messed up at least ten drink orders that Saturday. I couldn't think of anything except how I was going to talk to Tegan.

When I finally got home, it took me half an hour just to pick an outfit. I can still remember what I wore. I kept it simple, with just a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and blue and white flannel. I didn't want Tegan to think that I dressed up to come see her play a last minute gig that I'm pretty sure she knew I set up.

I opted to walk to The Q as usual. When I got there, they weren't as many people as there had been the night before. I was happy about that, because it meant I could sit at the bar and not have to stand conspicuously while I watched Tegan. I chose a seat that faced the makeshift stage set up in the back corner of the room. Tegan wasn't even there yet. I was happy, because that way I could get a couple drinks into my system before I saw her.

Emy smiled broadly when she saw me sit down. "Hey, Sare," she said mischievously. "You ready for the show?" She winked at me knowingly.

I rolled my eyes. "Shut up and get me a beer, Em."

I smiled at her when she brought it over. "Hey, thanks for setting this up. I.. I don't know," I stuttered. "There's something about her. I don't know what it is, but I can't stay away from it. I messed up so many drinks today, Em! Me! The perfectionist, screwed up people's orders for the first time since I started!"

Emy laughed out loud. "Damn, Sara. She's really got a hold of you, huh? Just don't let her get in your pants the first night, okay, hun?" She winked again, and walked away before I could say anything.

I was blushing from her comment when I turned to check the door. Just as I did, Tegan walked in. I wasn't sure if my heart was going to stop beating or if it was trying to pound its way out of my chest and into hers. My hands started shaking, and my pulse sped up. And Tegan hadn't even met my eyes.

Fuck, I thought to myself. If this is how I get just from seeing her, I might pass out if I try to talk to her.

I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was wear a pair of tight black skinny jeans, a black and white striped t-shirt, and a simple black leather jacket. She carried her guitar to the stage and started talking to the sound guy. Once she was set up, she sat down on a bar stool and started to play.

Again, I was amazed by her voice. It was raspy and rich, full and vibrant. She sang with such passion that some of her songs almost drove me to tears. And the entire time, I never took my eyes off her. She met my gaze once or twice, but swept by me like I was just another crowd member. I had to remind myself that that was exactly what I was to her, just another crowd member.

As the last chord sang out on her final song almost an hour and a half later, she finally met my gaze. She was grinning, her eyes sparkling even though there wasn't much light I the bar. She licked her bottom lip and pulled it into her mouth with her teeth. My knees went weak, but I didn't break her stare. I felt like I was looking into her eyes for an eternity. She winked at me, then looked away, giving me a chance to catch my breath.

It wasn't until then that I realized Emy had been staring at me. Her jaw hung open and she glanced between Tegan and I. I gulped and looked at her. "What?" I asked, my voice cracking slightly.

Emy closed her mouth and chuckled. "Could you eye fuck her a little more obviously?" she asked.

I gasped. "Emy! Shut the fuck up!"

"Dude, chill!" she laughed. "You should have seen yourself! You might as well have asked her to come over and shove her tongue down your throat with the way you were looking at her!"

I could feel heat rising to my face, but also gathering somewhere lower. "Shut up, Emy," I repeated. "I don't even know her."

"Well, you better get to know her. Cause I'm pretty sure she wants to get to know you."

I stood up abruptly and headed for the bathroom. I needed a moment. I looked at myself in the dirty mirror hanging above the sink. Pull it together, Quin! I thought. You gotta pull it together. I was sure Emy was right. I need to chill with the staring or Tegan was going to think I was some kind of creep. Hell, she didn't even know my name.

I turned on the faucet and splashed some cold water on my face. I had to chill, and getting all flustered and nervous was not the way to make a good first impression. I put my shoulders back, pushed my bangs behind my ear, smoothed my shirt, and walked back out into the bar.

I stopped and looked around. I didn't see Tegan near the stage, and after looking I couldn't see her anywhere. My heart dropped a bit, but I reminded myself that it was possible she just took her guitar to her car or something and would be back in. If I missed my chance to talk to her because I was in the bathroom, I thought I might cry.

I slumped down in my seat, and I threw back the rest of my beer, which was almost half full. AS soon as I set it back down on the bar, I felt someone's hot breath against my ear. I shuddered as a rugged voice whispered in my ear, "Is this seat taken?"

I knew immediately who it was. Tegan's was a voice I would never forget. I shook my head and she sat down, smirking at me. She waved to Emy, who motioned that she'd be over shortly. I gulped and closed my eyes for a moment, still feeling Tegan's breath. I looked over at her and smiled, trying not to look as taken aback as I was.

Tegan didn't say anything until Emy came to get her drink, at which point she ordered a tequila. "And another beer for Sara," she said. How the hell does she know my name? I wondered but was too speechless to ask. Emy grinned and poured Tegan's drink, then passed me another beer. Emy winked at me yet again, and I sensed maybe she had told Tegan who I was.

Tegan sipped on her drink, all the while looking me over. It was a little disconcerting, but I was still too flustered by Tegan's approach to say anything.

"Can I tell you something, Sara?" Tegan asked abruptly.

"Uh… Um, yeah, sure," I stuttered. This woman was utterly confusing, and I didn't know what to make of her at that point.

"I couldn't help but notice you staring at me," she said, he voice low. "The whole time I played, your eyes were glued to me."

I chuckled and couldn't help but smile at her. She matched my smile with her own, and I thought to myself that hers was a smile I could get used to waking up to.

"I know I shouldn't say this," she said, her voice more serious than I would have liked. "But I really believe…. Well, I can tell by your eyes that you're in love with me."