His was a voice I would recognize anywhere. The soothing sound reached my ears at a time when my focus was on the sound of the music mixed with my muddled thoughts.
Still, his words pierced through my mind. Not in a startling manner but rather a smooth one. Like I was waiting for it.
Was I?
I turned to look at the artist I met a few weeks back. His looks were as I remembered them, only, his attire had switched from formal to casual. He wore a plain long-sleeved t-shirt with written graffiti art by his left chest area.
I gave no reply to him, I was too busy ogling his facial features subtly. My eyes moved from his angular jaw to his stone-like eyes.
"I'm Haziel... We met at the gallery?" He leaned back on the chair he sat on by my side, looking a bit embarrassed, probably because of my non-response. He had mistaken my silence for lack of recollection.
I offered him a smile, "I remember. How could I forget." I ushered words through my mouth.
He sighed in relief, grinning my way. His smile softened his features, making it seem more friendly.
"I'm glad." He said, turning his attention to the bartender to order a drink. I granted him a weak smile as a response.
"With the way you stared down my painting last time as though you were planning a heist for it, I was afraid you wouldn't be able to identify me without it." He joked.
"Oh... Yes." I mused a bit embarrassed as I remembered the way I crawled on the floor for a stupid earring. I should've let it be. It's not like it did me any good going back for it.
"Why are you alone at a bar? Heartbreak? Work stress?" He threw questions my way, perhaps motivated my monotonous answers. I shook my head.
"There were a couple of lead factors to my being here. But I can't really think of a one reason," I replied and due to social courtesy finally picked up my drink to take a sip. The liquor was cold to the taste.
"I get that," Haziel murmured in understanding.
The band that was playing ended a song and began another one while we sat in silence listening to it. An uneasy feeling started up in me. I rubbed my palms on my thighs softly.
"I.," We said in unison, breaking the silence.
"I should've asked this before, but, why are you here alone?" I inquired, before letting him speak.
"I had company but something came up. Was about to leave before you caught my eye." He replied quickly, not bothered by being interrupted.
Strange, in the society I usually mingled in, everyone was quick to put forth themselves in the spotlight whenever there was a conversation.
Feeling like I had been impolite, I asked what he was about to say. He shrugged in reply, hinting it probably wasn't important.
Silence crept up between us once again. To quail the discomfort, Haziel started humming along with the song the band played.
With his focus on the band which played opposite the bar at the left-center of the establishment, I stole a glance at him again. Everything from the way he moved his head slightly to the music, to his lashes when he blinked. It all felt like it wasn't meant to be viewed for free.
In a complicated state of mind, and perhaps alcohol beginning to take effect, I reached out my hand to touch his hand that laid resting on the bar table, drawing his attention back to me.
His switch of gaze was quick. In a swift second his eyes and mine were locked. His eyes held a questioning look. Mine had no answer.
I truly did not know what motivated me to touch him. "I..." I opened my mouth before shutting it again.
He tilted his head. "I'm tired, I should get going." I continued after a while.
"You seemed curious about something before you said that. If there's something you want to ask me, go ahead, I don't offend easy." He said lightly, having an easy-going aura around him, yet a frown formed on my lips.
After a moment of silence, I spoke up, "Have you ever had a feeling of weird comfort with a stranger?"
He smiled reaching his eyes nodding. "Of course I have. Sometimes amidst the noise of close relationships... they seem like a way out." He deliberated no further.
Saying nothing else, I gulped down the drink in front of me, letting the alcohol slither through my system.
" I really should get going," I exclaimed once more, propping myself off the seat. He followed suit.
"Did you come here with your car?" he inquired, slightly towering over me.
"Yes," I replied, waiting for his follow-up.
"Can I get a ride home maybe? The person I was with that had an emergency? Well, she was my ride home." He explained with his hand on his neck, scratching it. His cheeks were flushed, he looked kind of cute.
'She.'
That rang through my brain.
"I'm sorry, I'll have to impose." He continued.
I gave him a 'no problem' smile.
"It wouldn't be imposing at all. Plus, it's not every day I get to drive a celebrity I admire." I uttered as we walked out of the place after paying.
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He was a reliable GPS when it came to directing me to his home. More efficient than any software.
The ride was mostly quiet.
"I'm sorry if you find this rude but how old are you?" his question came from the passenger's side of the car.
"I'm 26 if it helps."
Although most people minded a question about age, I didn't.
I shrugged, "23."
He nodded silently. I did wonder about the sudden question but, never voiced it out.
A few minutes later we arrived at an apartment building.
Hazel got out of the car and walked over to the driver's side. "I have a few unseen works up in my apartment would you like to peak at them?" his suggestion sat well with me, but, I was a little suspicious.
"Why would you be willing to show me that. Aren't you scare I'll take a picture and upload online," I questioned, diverting my suspicions into creating doubt of myself in him.
"You should be warier of me than I should of you." He pointed out, nullifying my previous intent.
Throwing caution to the wind, I park the car and entered the building with him. What to say? I was a fish and he had the perfect bait.
His apartment was on the darker side even with the lights on. The main sitting room was basically an art studio with furniture. The walls were painted gray. On one wall it was light gray, on the other it was a darker shade. The tones alternated.
At the entrance of the apartment, I was greeted with 2 couches, one was light purple, wide as a bed, while the other was a fur black sofa by the wall. There was only one painting of a boy in the woods that stood out on the wall.
The floor was more eventful and as expected of an artist. There were painted canvases on the floor leaning against the wall, covered with cloths that had multicolored brush smears on them.
An easel was pushed next to the wall separating the dining table and sitting room.
"No TV?" I pointed out shuffling towards where the art laid like a kid looking for candy.
"I have one in my room. I like to think of this place as my workspace." He replied, "please feel at home," he muttered before disappearing into the kitchen.
I did not disappoint. I walked around the room I was in, gliding my hand through the textures of the purple couch. I removed my shoes and kept them by the side of the door when I came in, so, my feet enjoyed the ticklish feeling of his soft black rug.
Although he had been welcoming, I didn't dare remove the cloth covers of the artwork on the floor, or the translucent one on the easel. I could only peak the exposed areas.
Finally, I sat down on the back couch, my hand tracing the fur of it aimlessly.
During my mindless action, Haziel appeared out of the kitchen with a bottle of wine and two glass cups to entertain.
I eyed the bottle with lazy eyes filled with doubt. "You don't have to bring out the wine. The way the events of our meeting are going, I wouldn't be surprised if I ended up in your bed tomorrow morning." I joked, leaning my chest forward and meeting his gaze, I continued. "Or is that your intention?"
My tone was playful and Haziel caught on, nodding his head. He dropped the wine on the center table and poured one glass out for himself. "If you don't want a glass I definitely won't push." He said after a sip of wine, standing casually on his own.
"The woman you were with earlier on won't mind that you are entertaining another woman?" I inquired, citing his words from the bar.
After hearing my words he laughed heartily without letting me in on the joke. My mouth was fixed shut as blood rushed to my face.
He opened his mouth to speak after having his fill of laughter. "Why would she mind? She knows well enough about how our relationship is."
My eyes widened slightly at his words. How exactly was their relationship like?
The cat in me wanted to keep probing but felt curiosity might really be its downfall, so, it was reined in.
Haziel however, addressed my silent question as he continued.
"She's not even my girlfriend. She's my..."
My ears perked up.
His phone buzzed from his pocket causing his attention to divert.