CAUGHT IN HIS ARMS AGAIN

" Waiter, please give me another one". Handling my glass to the bartender giving him a seductive smile. Gracious glory what am I doing anyway? While massaging my head and let go a sigh, I just tried to make fun of myself being away to all those unbearable problems and unwinding myself is such an honor to do so. I was about to extend my hand so that l can get the glass of tequila I ordered earlier when a man wearing blue jeans and gray t-shit with his perfect broad masculine shoulder then carrying a manly scent stood infront of me then grab my hands and pulled me out in the bar without hesitation. This is ridiculous, is he real? Why am I not even letting go of his hands I don't know him. But, why am I feeling that I know him for a long time. I asked myself. " God Louise your drank that's why your imagining weird things" drone on myself in a small voice. Maybe because of the six shots that's why I'm hallucinating, then the punk monkey I know is part of my hallucination. Uttered to my mind. "Would you please let go of my hands", trying to get off from him but his so strong. And I'm shouting so loud for him to hear me. Everyone in the bar is staring at us, I got to rolled my eyes. Seriously? Can somebody tried to help me but of course I'm just talking to myself again tho. I think sooner or later I'll become a crazy bratty here . Still, back to the issue what's with them? Hello, I'm being abducted by someone tried to help. I uttered it to myself again. "Hey man, don't force her if she doesn't like you then let go". A man with a leather jacket says while tapping the shoulder of this nobody. When the man looked at me I suddenly give him a tender look, so that he knows that I'm the victim that being abducted by this hotty punk awts . "Do you know him miss"? I wag my head as fast as I could. But I guess that was a wrong moved, he slowly face me with his dark aura and from my toe upward to my veins got shivers and I guessed I'm already sobber. "A-albert". Small utter. "What do you think your doing Amara Louise Smith", ? Through that words I felt numb, I wasn't seeing anyone but only him. Only Albert Patterson, the man of my dreams and now I'm caught. Caught in his arms again.