Steph was kissing her boyfriend, the one that loved her, behind the bar. No one could see them. She was happier than ever. He just said he loved her. She loved him, too. She couldn't say it yet, though. She didn't know why, but she just couldn't.
-Isn't your boss gonna get mad?- she asked, remembering the customers.
-I've only seen him once in my life, and that was during the interview. The man probably has no idea I work here. He's probably never even been here.
-Really?
-Yeah.
-Great.
She kissed him again. Her boyfriend. The one that loved her. The one that loved her and said that he loved her. The one she loved, but couldn't say she loved, because it was complicated. Why was it complicated? Steph didn't know. She just kept kissing him.
-Uhhhh… When is it my turn?- someone asked from the other side of the bar.
-When is it your turn to what?- Alf rolled his eyes.
-Make out with the hot bartender.
Alf got up and looked at all of the idiots:
-For the last time, Stephanie is my girlfriend. I love her. Not you guys. Alright, new rule: anyone with no intention of making an order or paying me, out.
-But…
-Out.
They left, one by one. Soon, the bar was almost empty. Steph got up, too. She put her hand on top of Alf's, which was resting on the bar table.
-Are you okay?- she asked. He seemed okay, but, well, everyone just left his bar, so she wanted to make sure.
-Yeah.
-How? Everyone just left.
-Well, that's the thing with pessimism. You always imagine the worst thing possible, so when something like this happens, you're like: "eh, not that bad".
-Brilliant logic,- she rolled her eyes.
-It works,- he sighed.
Steph looked at him. He ran a hand through his hair. His hair was getting longer. It was still short, but he was almost bald when she met him, the only reason she knew he wasn't was because of how dark his hair was. Now, it was long enough for him to run a hand through it. She liked the way it looked. She loved it. She loved him. But she couldn't tell him that.
It was complicated.