♦Gurur Ve Önyargi♦

Chapter-2

Sanem

It is quite an interesting day of my life and it remains so for the entire time as I meet such an amusing creature this night.

This evening when I arrive at La Luna where my sister, Leila and I have been working together for four years now it looks as usual with those tempting bitches on the stage and the hungry fucktards of the city howling before them; until my eyes catch the glimpse of the unusual sight sitting in the corner side seat where I notice, a man- a handsome hunk, if I am not mistaken.

I am continually occupied, like every other day, at the counter accompanying ceycey, the bartender, to prepare all of the drinks while Leila is taking the orders from the other side of the counter. In the meantime, that suited man on the purple divan, unknown to himself, goes on distracting me from time to time with the vexed look in his uncomfortable yet attractive countenance. He could not grasp my sneaking eyes because of the disco light and the crowd around nonetheless, his position on the corner side seat is vivid enough to me.

At first, I feel confused about his disposition for sitting alone for such a long time on the couch when Ceycey delivers his mocktail in the hand of a waiter. Then I watch him taking the glass and sipping the essence from it occasionally. It makes me curious when I observe his irritation and discomfort through his posture and body language as in these three years of my being working here at this stripping club have never caused me to experience having a single person who does not enjoy the lascivious view provided by La Luna. Bless my eyes!

In my opinion, men come here to relish the semi-nude young and glistening bodies, slithering around the pole, like a snake and splitting their legs in front of the greedy widening pupils. But to my surprise, I was wrong. Or, better say, that man with the streak of golden bun seems to be an exception because with all his perseverance he is trying to deprive himself of the colourful vista before his eyes and murmuring as my orbs do not fail to notice the movement of his lips.

Taking hasty judgement about people, especially about strangers, is not my hobby but his persistent modesty makes me a bit enthusiastic to learn the enigma as I can not help speculating him to be-something.

Time rolls forward deepening the night when I receive an order to clear the occupied tables. Grabbing the opportunity at once I start collecting the plates though I detest that particular part of my job. When we were appointed here in this club as a waitress I was squeamish about this act. But today I find it an awaiting thing to do.

Flipping my hair, as I do it always to fuel up my energy, I walk forth with confidence when I watched him closely talking with a man who has just come and seated beside him. While bending down I let my eyes study his features which cause me to get loose by my knees watching his perfect knightly structure.

In the fear of getting caught I move my gaze from him giving all attention to clean the surface when my instincts whisper to my ears that he is watching! Inwardly I smile at my foolish mind while brushing off the last speck then I turn back finishing my job neat and clean. Suddenly I strive to stir any of my limbs when a slurry tone enters my ear, "You like her? Yeah! such a pretty thing she is!"

I can not fathom whether I am flushed or flustered with such an insolent remark that I have not heard for a long time. If one perceives that I was too keen to know him before that the hideous words of his pal must have delighted my heart, that would be a deceiving fact of course, because rejoicing about the idea of men's fancying over me was not my cup of tea.

I love it when I am praised for my grades and intelligence but such a brazen statement from a boozy man who was actually spilling out the heart of the very man who made me loose by my knees is unwelcoming and embarrassing. For this reason, I was thankful that my back is facing them while my own face is oozing out the warmth of some hot spa. But to my distress, things become more tangled with the later passing second as I feel a queer urge to know the reply of that hulky creature. Traitor mind!

"Duh! It would be a shame to my name if I let myself waste even a second to fancy that I feel anything so valuable for this type of undeserving woman. Moreover, you are overrating her appearance by calling it a pretty one. Though I don't have thorough knowledge about the true definition of beauty still, trust me, I don't find anything unusual and irresistible in her structure. It's not catchy and attractive enough to drive me insane. But I am not cruel, as you see. So, let me conclude she is not ugly. That's it."

His arrogance and pride shatter my recently woven image about him yet his ill statement failed to affect my confidence when I turn my head with the boldness in my attitude to apologise to him in a sweet tone before asking for his orders only to be satisfied with the way he is startled by my suddenness as he didn't expect me to face him straight. What an excuse I have framed to trouble him in this way!

For the first time in my life, I feel pity for a man as I struggle to contain the laughter within me. Letting my eyes reflect the lightness rising in my heart I shove him a teasing look only to watch him become stiffer in his posture when he denies softening the lines in his nicely sculptured face.

"You order, Sir!" I repeat.

"Not required." He replies shortly and turns his face from me.

The man beside him gestures to me something with his hand over his head as though he is trying to tell me something related to his companion being hot-headed. Not reckoning it right to intrude their personal space, I procure a polite smile as I softly say, "As you wish, sir. Enjoy your time." Then turning back finally I walk over to the counter again.
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I believe the funny memory with that incredible icon of arrogance is over now while slipping into my bed late at night; but when I close my eyes calling up the reels of the evening again and again, little could I comprehend that it is the prologue to a new beginning. My being. Our beginning.

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