Quote of the chapter: Love isn't something you find. Love is something that finds you.
"One glass of scotch," A familiar voice calls out to me, while I slide a glass across to some other woman who was busy talking to her partner.
"Cosmo," I greet, pouring in the yellow substance into the glass, pushing it over to the man who is sitting directly in front of me.
He thanked me with a slight nod of his head, raising his glass in the air and then downing it within seconds, slamming it onto the table.
"Rough week?" He laughs, shaking his head as I take another order from a customer, gliding their glass across the table.
"You see me here every day, Khristy. The only 'rough' thing that has happened was the sex I had yesterday." He slurs and I laugh, shaking my head, taking the towel off of my shoulder and using it to clean the glasses that had just been washed.
"You gotta lay off the alcohol, C. Lord knows, you might happen to get poisoned by this shit one day," I say while cleaning the tables, the doors open as people exit the bar, some in a drunken state.
"Well," I hand him another glass of scotch, watching as he downs it, licking his lips once he's finished. "ain't no one come here anymore, so I'd figured to enjoy myself while it lasts." I nod, taking some glasses as I hum to the song in the background.
People have been avoiding leaving their houses like the damn plague is spreading around. Last week there was a gunfight out just down the street, something to do with a crime lord of some sorts. About twenty civilians died, or something, but it was enough to scare people from leaving their houses.
Which has unfortunately affected my work since no one wants to come to get a drink anymore. Well, everyone except Cosmo.
"You shouldn't stress yourself working out here, Khristy." Cosmo downs another one of his drinks, standing up to put on his jacket while he walks towards the door.
"College won't pay their own fees, Cosmo!" I shout as he leaves the bar laughing.
A sigh leaves my lips as I turn to take off my apron, laying it down on the counter, but something stops me in my action.
I can basically feel the energy oosing off of them, the power that they held. No one would need to even look at them in the face to notice the amount of dominance they had. I slowly turned, my eyes meeting with a pair of brown ones.
Beautiful, light brown orbs. He's in a full black suit, his muscles prominent and a giant watch on his right wrist. His hair is slicked back in a neat way, giving off the impression that he probably is a neat man. His face is strong and his jawline is almost sharp enough to cut through paper. A smile curled upon his lips, his hands tucked in his pockets.
Words are stuck in my throat as I stand there, trying to think of something to say but the only thing that comes out is, "We're closed."
A deep rumble leaves his lips, only for myself to realise he's laughing.
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Seven Days
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