*clink-clank*
Night falls after the day ends, justifying the opposite nature of noisiness and calm atmosphere.
The sound of glass meeting the counter table is the only sound left that seemed less irritating inside the luxurious bar.
Although the nights before the weekends were never as calm as they should be, it was actually chaotic.
I hated noise as much as I hated chaos. I hated how my mind full of thoughts was getting interrupted by the sound of people chattering. They were pouring out all the gossip they kept inside them for the whole week just to share it with their friends on a night like this.
I could not help but frown, twirling the liquor of my glass.
The sudden tiredness and unbearable work pressure of the whole week kicked in together. I did not have a proper meal for days. I was indeed, quite fatigued because of that.
I thought I liked wine, but even the wine tasted bitter right now. I felt like throwing it out, but I did not.
Picking up my cell phone, I thought about dialing a number.
I need him at a time like these. But somehow I felt like I can not do that. And I knew why I can't.
The bar I was sitting inside had a nice terrace view on the second-floor counter. The night was long and beautiful.
It was a full moon, and there was no star in the sky. The only thing that kept the night less dark was the moon. I could not look at the sky for too long, my eyes started hurting again. I hate wearing these contacts.
"Are you alone?" A profound voice rang in the back of my head. There was something magical about that voice, I could not help turning back.
"Why do you care?" sipping on my wine, I replied slowly, and maybe a bit seductively.
I really liked what I witnessed with my eyes. A sturdy body, gray pants paired with a white shirt, supporting a gray coat with one hand. The other hand was occupied with a glass of champagne. His first two buttons of the shirt were undone, revealing his devastating muscled body a little. It was almost giving me the invitation to undo the other buttons so that I can explore the whole telecast.
People who are not patient with advertisements will gladly find themselves unbuttoning them and hurrying for the main show. I was quite surprised by my own thoughts.
I do not remember myself lusting over a man's body before. I can not claim myself as pure and declare that I never looked at any man's body, but I am quite sure a body like this man can be a first time for me.
The night was at fault, not my thoughts.
"Thought ogling at a close distance will be more helpful," the man replied, pretty shamelessly.
He is quick, otherwise, he would not have noticed my eyes inspecting him.
"I would like to have a sledgehammer, and you?" I asked for a cocktail while the stranger made himself comfortable on a chair beside mine.
"That cocktail would be too much for a young lady like you, let me get you something else," he smiled, making his handsomeness accelerate meticulously.
"It's fine, I came here prepared to be drunk," I smiled back, but not so sweetly. I did not have any time for sweet talk. This person can be anyone from the enemy clan and I should be careful about his advances. But for some reason, my nerve kept relaxing around him, maybe because I had too much liquor which I did not, or maybe because his intoxicating presence is the absolute reason for this new tipsiness.
How strange. She need not notice him the whole time she was sitting in front of the bar counter. His presence was overbearing and charismatic enough not to notice after all.
All the other girls with or without their partners inside the bar were ogling at him as if they found something valuable treasure waiting for the right moment to snatch it. Their partner would not be feeling very pleased by this, I assumed.
Interesting.
"Prepare the same for me," he did not exactly release a command, but it did have a slight touch of superiority and elegance that I had to look at back his direction.
What does he do? Is he really a spy or a random CEO of a random company?
Who knows? But somehow despite not knowing anything, I wanted to continue the night just as how it is going.
"What brings you sit beside a stranger at a night like this? I supposed you should be enjoying your time with your partner right now," I initiated the conversation, which was so unlike me. I glanced at my drink for a brief second. Did they mix something weird? Then why I was acting so out of character? It was the first time I had a drink all by myself, but then again, drinking alone on a night like this was not a very appreciated situation for me. Yet I let myself off for some reason.
"What do you think?" he replied, smiling dangerously.
Emerald eyes. Such a unique biological image.
"I think you must have come here all alone, which I find to be pretty sad," I replied, not breaking eye contact. Good, he also does not have any intention of breaking eye contact.
"That makes us two," he replied instantly, lazily finishing his cocktail. I could not help but chuckle, making him look back at my face. He does not stare at me a lot, maybe he is indeed a gentleman. But once he does, it becomes hard to look away.
I met a lot of men in my twenty-two years of life, and of course, I had a fair share of dating in my life. But unfortunately, no man ever looked at me like that. At first, I thought it was lust which was pretty much explained in a place like this. But in the next moment, I felt it was something else.
Passion? Or is it another foreign emotion I am not introduced to?
He did not look like he was looking for a hooker here. Even if he did, there are a lot of hookers roaming inside the bar who are seductive and luscious enough to have a good time in bed. And surely, I do not look like a hooker to him, that I was, indeed, pretty sure of.
I was not self-conscious but I could not help looking at my reflection at the glass wall of the bar. Perfectly decent enough for a night out alone. But what shocked me was the expression lingering on my face. It turned kind of reddish, due to the drinking and the light makeup I put on before going out. Not just that, but the look on my face, was plainly dangerous. I let out a sigh thinking I really should not have chosen a night like this to drink alone.
I touched my face, subconsciously, and saw him looking in the same direction as I was. Even his reflection looked charismatic. But I did not waver, as if I was not caught peeking at myself in the mirror.
Forget it. I am too exhausted to calculate my situation right now.
I looked back as my eyes found the owner of that extraordinary mirror reflection. "I did not let you sit beside me just to include the sadness."
"The night is long, it would be foolish to waste it like this, isn't it?" I did not know my dating experiences have made me this good at this. "You know what? I even feel like I have seen you somewhere," I smiled, dangerously, while putting my index on his wide, muscular chest. He is definitely into sports.
I had a feeling that he would push me away, but to my surprise, he did not. Instead, he took my hand from his chest and intertwined it with his.
Strong. Large. Protective.
These were the words that kept playing in my mind as he did not lose the grip of my hand. I never was flustered getting intimate with any men, though those times were completely different than today. But somehow, this small interaction affected me a little which I have to admit.
Who are you?
I did not spell these words, but my mind kept forcing me to spell. But I know I can not afford to do that right now, as I really decided to let myself indulge in his presence for the first and last time.
We will not have any connection after today, because I needed it to be that way. It is a matter of regret that I can not keep him around because I really liked him. But then again, it would go against my rules after all.
I put both of my arms on his broad shoulder and linked them behind his neck as he did not mind the movement or actually quite liked it. The night was indeed a long one.