A Hunger to Share ( Book One )

chapter 4

Yovel Biton, Israeli model, as James

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Ada

Ada ran through the streets of Rügen island, wiping tears  off her face, not caring about the curious glances people cast her.

She didn't know where she was going. She just needed to get away from those fake people.

Eventually, she found herself in front off her favorite bar. It was no surprise her feet had taken her here. She opened the door, almost ripping it off its hinges, and stepped into the dim interior.

Ada was probably the only customer. She was surprised it was even open at this hour, since it usually operated from seven pm till two am. Thank fuck for small mercies.

There was no traces of any dancers, or the cool electric music, or anything intresting at all. It was like the life was sucked out of it.

"A glass of bourbon please." Ada greeted the bartender in German.

His eyes left his phone, and a look of shock passed over his face. But then he blinked, and it was gone. "Coming right up." The smile he gave Ada was strained.

She pretended not to notice. She needed her drink. Ada sat on a bar stool, and felt the quiet atomosphere slowly calm her down. This place had welcomed her whenever she was in a bad mood, or just needed a place to escape to.

When the cute bartender put her glass in front of her, Ada thanked him, and knocked back her drink. "Where is Tyler by the way? Isn't it his shift today?"

"No. He went back to America a few days ago. I'm his replacement."

Ada grunted. "He must have gotten tired of Rügen."

"I don't think so. Rügen's a nice town. He must have gone back to his family."

"If you say so." Ada mumbled.

The dark haired bartender rose an eyebrow. "you clearly think otherwise. May I ask why?"

Ada pinched har lips. "Let's just say I feel like I'm in a prison."

"Everyones freedom is eventually in their own hands, don't you think?"

"Patriarchy doesn't agree." By a gesture from her, he filled her glass again.  

"I'm sorry." He sympathized. His green eyes went soft in an understanding way.

"I didn't catch your name?"

"James Miller." He said with a big smile.

"Ada Brooks. Nice to meet you."

James poured a glass for himself, and clicked it to hers. "Same here."

He probably shouldn't be drinking on the job, but the bar was empty, and he looked like he too needed it.

She downed her drink in one big gaulp, then leaned over the bar with her elbows supporting her weight. "I want to ask you a question, and I want you to be completly honest with me. Can you do that?"

"Sure." He answered, refilling her glass.

"Do you think I'm a pathatic fool?" Ada stared at him, cupping her fingers around the shot glass.

James chuckled. "Why would you say that? I think you're pretty..."

"Yeah, a pretty fool."
Ada snorted, drawing back.

"That's not what I was going to say." He looked adorably red on the cheeks.

Ada waved a hand in the air. "Just forget I said anything." She should have kept her mouth shut. He was just a bartender. He didn't care about her problems.