Most of my life I'd been on the more quiet side, barely talking to anyone, barely ever speaking up for myself.
Actually no, never have I once spoken up for myself.
Ever if I tried, would I really been able to do it?
Or maybe I didn't speak up for myself since I had someone by my side to do that for me?
Those were the thoughts that ran through my mind as I was drinking cheap drinks at an underground bar, how long have I been here for?
"Another glass.."
The bartender looked slightly concerned
"Please?"
Then he practically ran away to get my drink, Of course.
why would he be concerned about me? I'm paying him so he should only be concerned about that.
I slumped over covering my face with my hands wondering why I was thinking like such an asshole right now, If I should call it a day and just go home?
*ding ding* someone has entered the bar I was blowing my money at but I didn't bother looking, I couldn't help being curious who would come to an underground bar at a time like this?
That was the sound that awoke me from my slumber with a cup of beer next to me.
"Gustavo, is that you?"
I heard a female voice over my head, haven't spoken to one in a while..
I looked up to see a familiar face standing over me.
Ah.. how long has it been since I last heard of her? 8 years? Perhaps 9 years?
Most importantly, Is that even her?
i got up from being slumped onto the table with liquor rolling down my cheek, or was it saliva? I didnt care anyway.
I touched around the table searching for my glasses
"Shit.. where are they now?"
"Looking for these?"
The familiar face that's yet with a mysterious figure then handed me my glasses.
"Do you perchance remember me?"
"Ayano..?"
"So you do remember!"
Ayano.. she was as enthusiastic as ever.
"Hey, it's been a while"
"tell me about it! 8 years or was it 9? Im glad you finally got those glasses, you could barely see in past!"
She said a little too happily it almost appeared fake.
weird.. this conversation didn't feel awkward for some reason, anytime I came across someone from my past I could barely look them in the eye.
But with Ayano it felt weirdly comforting, like always, she was carrying the conversation.
"Oh these? I got them recently."
I didnt know how to talk to her though. Well it's been 9 years after all.
"How've you been? You don't look too great.."
"pfft nah I'm just having a bad day."
"What's wrong?"
"Well to start with.."
I started going on and on about how badly my day has been.
Now that I think about it, in the past she'd always listen to my issues like there was no tomorrow.. well I was the one talking like there was no tomorrow and she'd just listen and give advice every once in a while.
She'd be a great therapist, wonder what she's working as right now?
"enough about me, Ayano what do you do now?"
"Well, I'm an author." An author? That's quite the unexpected answer.
I thought she'd probably become a therapist or perhaps an artist.
"Hey how many drinks have you had? You seem very drunk"
"i don't know.. and I don't really care."
I then called out to the bartender for another drink, we kept talking until he brought my drink.
As I was about to reach in for it Ayano got to it first,
"I'll take that." "
Huh..?" I looked at her in confusion.
"You've had more than enough, let's get going now"
she then asked for the bill and I just sat there,
watching her. Now that I took a Better look..
Her looks have changed so much, she didn't have that short black hair whom she'd always cut and then come whining to me about it did not turning out good.
but instead long hair that reached her hips,
her style has also changed a lot with it.
Unlike those baggy masculine clothes she'd always wear she was wearing a business suit straight out of a magazine.
Weird.. her face hasn't changed at all.
"What are you staring so intensely at?" She said with a sly smirk on her face,
"ah.. sorry."
"Let's get going then, could you stand up on your own?"
"Yeah.." I tried standing up then, I've been sitting here for at least 3 hours, like I said, 'tried' since right after that I almost fell on my butt before Ayano caught me.
"I got you."
"Thanks, I'll just call a cab, you really don't have to take me home.."
"In this state? What good of a friend would I be?"
"Thanks?" I've never been good at thanking people and it always came out bitchy.
"Just hang onto me until we get to the car."