Somewhere on the street..
I had just finished a long day at work. We need to design a new sensor before the deadline next week and the client is breathing down our necks.
I really need a drink right now...
My coworker had told me about this new bar couple blocks from our workplace. It was 10:31 PM on a Wednesday evening and it was dark. It was snowing outside and it was quite cold, but then again it was February. Thank god I had my duffel jacket with me.
The bar was almost empty. There was a beautiful girl sitting at the end of the counter sipping what looked like a Manhattan.
Pretty good taste, my kinda girl..
The bar was dim lighted and quite traditional looking. The rich use of wood gave it some warmth and I could recognize Bill Evans' Skating In Central Park in the background. This was definitely the right place for me..
I turned to the bartender.
"Could I get a Gin and Tonic with the driest gin you have?"
He nods and grabs Hendrick's from the shelf and I don't protest. While he's making my drink I turn to look around. There's an old man drinking a whiskey in a booth while reading a book and there seems to be a couple in the next booth.
Maybe they're having a date.. Wait! The girl at the counter is looking at me.
Our eyes meet, but I immediately turn away and blush.
No.. She couldn't be.. Nah, she's not interested.. There's probably just something on my face or I look funny or something.
The bartender hands me my drink and I return to enjoying the jazz. I have to forget about the girl. She's way out of my league. The song changes to Waltz For Debby and I start talking to the bartender...
...About an half hour and couple drinks go by. The girl is looking at me again ..or still. I'm too nervous to look straight at her, but I have been glancing over her way to see what she was doing.
She wouldn't look at me this long, if I had something on my face.. Does she want me to come over?
I finish my drink, get up, she turns her head and I think I hear a small giggle, but it's over as fast as it started.
I walk to her, swallow once and go on to introduce myself.
"Hi! My name is JT.. I uh.. I saw you looking my way. Would you like something to drink?"
She responds with a flirty smile. She gets up, looks at me up and down, brushes my hand with hers and walks to the nearest booth. She sits down at the back and starts looking at me again. Her eyes are the kind you could get lost in and I almost do.
I take the hint..
"Two of whatever she was having."
I take the drinks and start walking to the booth. She's patting on the seat to signal me to sit there. I oblige.. She takes a sip of the drink still not saying a word. You could cut the tension with a knife and the silence is almost deafening. I'm becoming more and more frozen with nervousness and hands are getting sweaty.
I finally open my mouth.
"So.. what's your name?"
"So impatient... tsk tsk", the girl answers and smiles.
"I... Umm.. You're not going to tell me your name? What do I call you then?"
The girl gives another coy smile and changes the subject.
"Are you nervous? Took you long enough to come to me.. and looks like you finally got some words out."
"I wasn't sure if you were interested. I just came to have some drinks after work. I didn't exactly imagine my evening going this way ...well to be honest I don't really know what way the evening is going. Not that I have any expectations... I don't really do this often.. I.. Umm.."
She stops me by putting her hand on my thigh and starts laughing.
"You look kind of cute when your nervous! I don't know, how would you like the evening to go?"
She moves herself closer to me and I start getting really hot. I start sweating and I wonder, if she notices. She starts sipping her drink while still holding eye contact with me. It's like she's trying to look through my eyes into my soul. The kind of curious look you can't ignore.
I finally get something out.
"Hehe.. You really like messing with me, don't you? I don't even know your name, we just met..", I start mumbling.
"Gosh! You spoiled the moment! You should've said something suggestive.. something dirty..", she responds.
"Okay, I'm done messing with you... today..", she continues while moving back.
"Story of my life..", I continue mumbling, thinking I said it in my head while exhaling.
"It's okay", she says smiling, "That was actually kind of cute.. you'll get it next time!"
I take a big chug of my drink while trying to figure out what just happened.
How are things moving so fast? Why won't she tell me her name? How did I fuck that up? Is she torturing me on purpose? I'm so confused!
Then I suddenly realize..
"What do you mean done for today..? What do you mean next time?"
She kisses me on the cheek, gets up and says:
"See you next time.", and winks at me.
"What, where, when!", I shout
She shows me a last coy smile as she walks out of the bar and I'm left there with two drinks thinking this must be a dream.. Bill Evans is still playing.. I think it's My Funny Valentine..
I wonder, if this would make a good story?
"Have a nice day ..then. See you on the next one.", I say into the ether..
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