As I went about on my own, I heard the shuffling of feet walking through the bar. I looked back and saw a large group of people wandering in. Most of them went to the back and sat at a large table, while a lone one walked up to the bar trying to grab Robert’s attention. He smiled and waved at me before going to the new customer. Among the crowd, I saw the man from the other end of the bar get up from his seat and walk this way.

He dressed rather plain, wearing just a white tank top that was easily a bit small on him in an attempt to try and show off the defined abs he was working on. With tattoo sleeves on both arms, he clearly wanted to show off the large mounts of money he spent. His dark blue jeans were sagging a bit, even though he had a belt wrapped around the loops on the waistband. Freshly purchased sneakers with the laces undone, wearing a pair of black shades even though he’s indoors, and a golden chain that was obviously heavy around his neck, this man walked up and took a seat next to me, drink in hand.

He raised his glass again for another toast, “Cheers, mi amor.”

Oh God, not another one of these guys, I thought. I’ve had more than my fair share of guys trying to show off to seem like they got spending money and to hit on women. I think it’s time I had fun and messed with his head.

I smiled at him and raised my glass, “Salud.”

We both drank from our glasses, the man finishing his in a single gulp. I babysat mine, wanting to appreciate the flavors a bit more.

The man leaned on the counter and looked at me, “So, what brings a beautiful woman like yourself to be out on her own?”

I leaned back in my seat, resting my arms on the back of it, “Just wanting to relax a bit before I head home. No harm in having a drink after work, no?”

“That’s something I can get behind. So, what do you do for a living?”

I looked down at myself, looking at my lightly stained scrubs, and then back at the man. I played down the truth that I’m a surgeon, “I’m a nurse, I work down in Haven Medical Center downtown.”

The man raised his eyebrows and nodded, “Oh, I’ve heard of that center. My cousin was actually born there.”

It’s amazing that your cousin was born in a place that I just made up. I bet your cousin doesn’t even exist. But I continued to play along with the lies.

I chuckled and shook my head, taking another sip of my glass, “Small world, isn’t it? I wouldn’t be surprised if I was the person who helped give birth to your cousin. A lot of people chose Haven Medical to give birth in.”

“I’m not surprised. I’ve actually gone there a couple of times to schedule a few appointments. The staff there are always friendly, helpful—” the man leaned in and whispered in my ear, whiskey stinking his breath, “—and very gorgeous to look at.”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.