Page 2 of See You Soon
"Didn't figure you were a daiquiri type of girl." His deep voice says as he takes a sip of his beer. He’s wearing a black hat with dark blonde waves peeking through, with a black shirt. I see half-sleeve tattoos on his very well-defined biceps. I swallow nervously, biting my lip trying hard to unglue my eyes from him. I take a deep breath and regain some confidence to respond.
"Oh yeah... what did you figure then?" I taunt, my eyebrow raising with curiosity, keeping the conversation going. His body intrigues me, enticing me to talk more.
He turns away from me and now he doesn't bother to make eye contact with me. Instead, he stares at the television on the wall in the corner of the bar. A football game is playing across the screen with black subtitles running across the lower screen.
"Sangria." He finally turns to me, no smile, completely serious. His bright blue eyes stare into my soul, emotionless.
I'm so intimidated by his look of no expression; I blush and look down at my hands. He looks straight into my brown eyes and I can’t bear the attention.
"Wow... you're good... those are my favorite." I giggle looking down at my boots. Sangrias are my favorite. But tonight, I wanted something a little different.
Finally, the bartender gets me a daiquiri and I thank him, handing him my debit card in exchange.
"Wait, Gabe, put it on my tab." The man next to me intervenes and puts his hand gently on my hand and card. It sends an electrocution of desire through me, and I don't want to move.
"Oh, you don't have to do that. I—"
"I want to." He says, smoothly with a small smile.
I give him a smile in return.
Who is this man? And why am I so attracted to him already?
"Didn't figure you were a shiner type of guy." I tease, trying to make small talk. I can't just walk away now, not after he bought me a drink. At least that's the excuse I'm telling myself so I can stay longer talking to him. There’s this aroma around him sucking me in.
He smirks.
"Shoot," He dares.
I squint at him, trying to figure him out. I always felt like I had this superpower. To be able to read people's emotions and figure them out. I'm almost never wrong.
"You're a whiskey kind of guy. But tonight is different," tapping my nails on the counter of the bar before continuing.
"It wasn't such a bad day today at work, you’re in the military, and you're just trying to drink to get the edge off without getting too hammered. Am I close?" I ask, quirking a brow, with a giddy smile.
"Hmm. Jack Daniels." He hums. He looks at me and I can feel the connection between us. He admires me, but he quickly catches himself as a small pause between us goes silent. We were both smiling at each other, and he quickly changed glances to the game playing on the TV.
"Hey, what's taking you so long?" Meredith pops up right behind me, out of breath, stealing the moment between the man and me away.
"Sorry, I—" I look at the man, then back to Meredith, then back to him. I don't know his name. Yet, it doesn't matter because he seems already uninterested. He's already disconnected himself from the conversation and it stings.
"Let's go dance!" Meredith pulls me away by my arm strongly, knocking me off my balance. Miraculously, keeping the daiquiri in my hand from spilling over. She keeps pulling me until we get to the dance floor. Another song starts to play and we're slowly moving our bodies to the song.
"Who was that guy? He's hella hot," Meredith asks, moving her eyebrows up and down. I laugh and roll my eyes.
"Doesn't matter. He’s in the military and you already know my deal." Shrugging her off, I drink more of my strawberry daiquiri. The troubled past of my recent relationship with my ex-boyfriend has me steer clear of anyone associated with the military. The man was responsible for the scars I carry from the physical and mental abuse that I endured.
"Oh my gosh, get over that dumb ass. Not all guys are like Shane." Meredith mutters in disgust. She hates Shane, my ex-boyfriend. As did everyone. As did I.
"Yeah well, I'm not in the mood to entertain anyone right now. Plus, I don't think the guy is interested."
"Did he buy you that drink?"
"Yes but—"
"He's interested."
"But—"
