Temptation [ Min Yoongi | ENG ]

T W O

I have been looking at the clock in the corner of my computer screen for some time now. Only 18 minutes had passed, but it felt like it had been a few hours.

I was wishing for this working day to end as if after it ended every day would be Saturdays. But unfortunately today is an ordinary Friday, tomorrow will be an ordinary Saturday and certainly Sunday will come and the next Monday too.

Finally!

The clock struck 17:30 and I smiled to myself as I started to close the softwares I was using with all the calm and casualness that I could manage to show, as if I hadn't been expecting this for so long.

A few minutes later, I was outside the studio. While walking to the bike rack that is at the end of the side aisle which gives access to the studio, I checked my cell phone, but all I saw were notifications from group chats on WhatsApp and some others on Instagram. Apparently my last post was successful.

I put the phone in the zipped pocket on my jacket to avoid any accidents and cycled towards the bar.

I hooked my bike to the bike rack in front of the bar, but I turned my back to it and went to the cafe across the street.

I went in unwinding the scarf around my neck and headed over to the counter, putting my gloves in one of my coat's pockets.

I chose to sit facing the cafe window to have a clear view of the bar's door while eating my broodje frikandel and reading the messages on my cell phone, so I would be able to see when my friends arrived.

I had no problem going to places alone, but I hated being the first to arrive.

After about 30 minutes, I emerged from my phone, got up carrying my trash with me and threw it in the dispenser near the door as I left.

I crossed the street again and, without hesitation, entered the bar. The music at that time was quieter and calmer, almost an ambient sound. The lights were also brighter.

I stopped by the coat rack at the entrance and left my heavy coat hanging along with my scarf and gloves. I crossed the room and arrived at the same table as always. Lotte and Evi were already there.

"Good night girls." I said in a mocking voice and they looked at me as I sat on the corner bench, with my back to the back wall, having a wide view of the space and guaranteed that nothing would surprise me.

"Hi, Roos!" Lotte was the first to answer me. "Where were you? I saw your bike, but no sign of you. "

"I was across the street, in the cafe." I said, pointing out the window.

"I'm going to get a glass of sweet white wine, does anyone want anything from the bar?" Evi asked, ready to take our orders. Lotte and I agreed to share a pitcher of beer and handed her some change.

Lotte switched places at the table, coming to sit beside me.

"How are you today?" She looked into my eyes and wanted a sincere answer.

"I'm fine, I needed this weekend. How are you?" I was as sincere as I could be.

"I'm fine too, but yesterday I was worried, you were very pale when you left."

"Ah, don't worry about yesterday! Really, yesterday something made me overwhelmed and I felt the need to go home, but I was fine!" I was trying to reassure her." I left to remain feeling good. Cycling home was invigorating and I slept really well."