It's Just You and Me, Okay?

Chapter 2

Three men approached the bar in black tailored suits with dark ray-ban shades.

"That's a shame, I was really looking forward to having some scotch on ice", the man says with a brash, sarcastic tone in his voice, I stood up, throwing the pieces of the glass in my hand away, directing my eye contact to the two other men standing a bit behind him, like some guard dogs.

"Yeah, I am just getting ready to close up, your scotch might have to wait sir." I replied with more tone than I intended.

"No need for an attitude miss, just parched is all".

I sighed "My apologies sir, i've had quite a day, but if you dont mind i'd like to go home now, so please do show yourselves out?" I gestured toward the door, giving the men a wry, impudent grin.

    After a long minute of unnecessary eye contact, the man nodded and the three gentlemen left without another word, or so I thought.

"She's the one, tell the boss", the man muttered right as the door fully came to a close.

"Did I just hear what I thought I heard?"
I questioned to myself, thinking that it was just my mind playing tricks, I quickly avoided the thought and continued my work.

The knotted tension in my stomach started to ease up once the men left, but it still had a good hold in my gut. I wasnt completely sure about what I "thought" I heard but this feeling I had going on, I definitely didnt like it, it was like I was waiting for something to happen..

I began to get anxious thinking about what could possibly happen. My mind was everywhere, maybe I was overworking myself? Maybe it was just the lack of sleep? I couldnt pinpoint it but I just knew I was ready to go home, and thats what I did, brushed the anxiety and thoughts off my shoulders and went home.

I dug my phone out of my purse, looking at the time it displayed "11:01". It was very late and i'd usually be home by now, but those three guys of course had to slow me down, "ugh men", I thought to myself, annoyed at the thought of them wasting my time.

I made my way outside of the door, turning off the lights, locking it up for the night. I ventured out of the bar, instantly feeling the raw, cold air hitting my face causing my lips to immediately go dry.

After a good three minute walk around the block, coming up to the underground subway, I make myself down the stairs into the station where some people were loading onto the train.

Quickly I made my way onto it right before the doors close. I awkwardly entered the train, feeling eyes on me, I ignored the stares as if Im too tired to give a shit anyways..

I make my way towards the back of the train, where I didn't have to make any uncomfortable eye contact, and besides I liked to stay to myself...I don't have to depend on anyone else, I don't have to worry about going through anymore pain, It's just me, myself, and I, and I certainly didn't mind it.

I sat myself down, getting comfortable for the ride back home. Suddenly, out of no where, I get this feeling, this gut feeling of eyes leering onto me. Then, of course, right when I raise my head up, looking forward through the aisle of the train, and to find that my instinct was correct, my eyes widened, while my breath hitched.

When people say "follow your gut" maybe I should listen and should've stayed my ass at home for the day...