A2

Let me teach you play darts, Anna Maria Benett

I quickly turned around to face Sarah, in a desperate need for confirmation if the handsome stranger owns this place.

Sarah put the coffee in front of me and just when I was about to address her, an older man who was sitting a few seats away waved at her, holding some money in his hand to pay for his drink and Sarah started walking towards him.

I nervously took the coffee-cup in both hands and brought it to my mouth, as I noticed someone sitting down next to my right side, one chair away.
I didn't turn around to face him, but I knew it was him.

I took a few sips then put the coffee down to search my purse for cigars, which I found eventually, but I had no lighter.

"Shit."

My hand with Lucky Strike cigars hit the wooden bar stronger than I could take.

"Ouch! Goddammit!"

I began to shake my right hand in pain as I heard the man next to me laughing.

"Not funny at all, dude!"

I said, annoyed about the fact that he finds my pain hilarious but never turned around to face him.

Suddenly the man next to me got up and sat down again but this time only a few inches away. He grabbed my chair by the handles and turned it so that I was looking right in his flawless face.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

He rested his right hand on the bar and his left one on his knee, sitting with his legs wide open.

"Are you always having a conversation with yourself?"

"Only when I'm annoyed."

I answered quickly and turned around again, avoiding eye-contact with him.

"Would you mind to explain how you intend to work in a bar if you're planning to avoid eye-contact with people around you?"

I'm just planning to avoid eye-contact with you, you good-looking devil!

"Wait, how do you know I'm planning to work here?"

I faced him again and asked the question with my right eyebrow lifted. He straightened his body and started making circles with his car-keys on the wooden bar.

"If I were you I would stop doing that. I'm sure who ever owns this place wouldn't like to see his bar scratched.
And dude, this is made of oak, do you have any idea how much it must have cost?"

He laughed softly before answering my question.

Damn the way he laughs!

"I know how much a bar made of oak costs since I'm the one who paid for it."

"Oh."

I said softly, looking everywhere but towards him.

"But thank you very much for being worried about my belongings."

"Boss, you made it and I see you two already met."

Sarah approached us and the man next to me greeted her without taking his eyes off me.

"Actually we haven't met yet, but it wasn't hard figuring out that she's the one who came to the interview since you two are the only women in here."

He held out his hand to me and introduced himself properly.

"Charles Knight."

"Anna Maria Benett, but you can call me Anna."