Assassin Zero

Who Knew Bartenders Could Be Attractive?

Dying.

I was sure that that would be the best option at the moment because the bloody headache I felt that morning was unbearable.

I growled in pain as I got out of bed. I looked around the room, just making sure that I was indeed in my bedroom. And just after seeing how tiny the room was, I was sure that I was indeed in my apartment.

I looked around the floor for my slippers before finally finding them under my bed. I made my way into my kitchen that could probably only accommodate three people inside before putting the kettle on the stove.

My head was blasting with pain. It felt like I got hit by a baseball bat, but then again, there was a seventy percent chance that I did get hit by one, considering the fact that I couldn't remember half of my night at the bar, and I was the type of person who usually caused trouble and said some pretty nasty things when drunk, so who knows, maybe I got hit by one. I made my way back into my bedroom before grabbing some painkillers inside my drawer and gulping it down. This was now an every Friday routine.

"How will you ever be as successful as your sister if you keep going to clubs and getting drunk?"

My mothers words echoed in my head for the billionth time in my life. Of course she was the one talking. She always told my sister and I how she met dad at the club, so why should I miss a good opportunity as well? I could just find my soulmate there too.

Soulmate, wow Allison, that's new.

I took off my clothes, realizing that I was in the same outfit I wore last night, so I probably still had all that dirt and sweat.

I made my way into the bathtub, sitting inside even before the water was full, leaning my head back, I closed my eyes as the soft sound of the tap and birds singing outside by my window side echoed the room. The pain reduced a little.

As I had my eyes closed, a familiar face appeared in my head. Dark green eyes and hair, a small beard, his jawline was sharp and his shoulders were broad. He looked right at me. God, he was gorgeous. I was never into beards for some weird unknown reason, but his, that was a different story. He just looked at me and walked closer, killing the space between us with every step he took. I just froze in place, waiting for him to make the next move. My breath sharpened with every move he made, filled with both excitement and fear.

His hand reached my waist, pulling me closer to his body. His grip was tight but yet bearable. He looked down at me, and no sooner had he smirked down at me in such a hot way had I gasp for air, bringing my head back up from the water. I looked around with utter confusion once I saw that my hand was sliding just right above my thigh as I fascinated about a completely attractive stranger in my bathtub, in the morning, on a Friday.

Friday.

"Oh shit!" I jumped quickly out of the water, remembering that I was a grown woman who worked every weekday to earn money so that my lazy ass could have something to eat everyday.

As I ran into my room, slipping with every step due to my wet feet, I heard my phone ringing just across the room. I cursed under my breath, changing directions to now get the call. Who the hell calls at six?

"Allison! Where the hell are you!?" Oh yes, none other than Stacy. My noisy, tolerable, colleague and childhood friend.

"Uh?"

"Where are you? You were supposed to be here ten minutes ago! You know how crowded the café gets, especially during the mornings", she exclaimed, trying to shout louder due to the noise in the background.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm on my way, just give me twenty minutes", I said trying to wear my bottom jeans whilst still talking to her.

"Twenty minutes?" She whined.

"Yes, and if you want me to arrive faster then you'll be smart enough to cut the call and let me dress up quickly", I said. I heard her sigh before trying to respond but getting interrupted by a customer. "Hey! Where's my mocha!?"

"I'll bring it goddamnit! Can't you see I'm on the phone!? Have some manners!" She shouted back, clearly annoyed.

How does she still have this job?

"Ok, be quick, and you owe me Starbucks for giving all this work on me", she chuckled before ending the call.

I guess that's why she's my friend, because she has faith that I'm able to buy her Starbucks.

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"That's the last customer for now", I said with exhaustion before dropping myself on one of the chairs. Stacy imitating my actions. She was probably the one who was more exhausted, and it was only 9am. I love how the café gets so many customers, but it's exhausting for us.

"Stupid business men and their coffees", Stacy snorted. I chuckled at her as she just stared at me with a smirk and a raised brow. And I knew that face from anywhere. It was the 'I know what you're hiding' or 'I know something you don't and if you want to know it buy me Starbucks' and I was hoping it was neither.

"What is it?" I asked with a frown.

"Ally, you know I know". So it was the first.

"Know what?" I asked with utter confusion because I truly had no idea what she now knew. She was always knowing stuff, so it was hard trying to keep up sometimes with what she didn't know.

"Last night. At the bar...." She lifted her brows, trying to hint me. But that just had me raise more questions. "Wait, did you follow me last night?"

"What? No! I came to pick you up. Some dude called using your phone, saying that you were completely wasted and needed to get home", she said defensively. A dude? "I came and drove you home, remember?"

"Uhm, obviously not. I thought I took myself home. Who called you?"

"I don't know, but I think it was the bartender, he sounded just like the dude from the phone.... he was quite attractive, too. Did you know him?" She leaned forward. And immediately after she mentioned 'bartender', last night's memory came crushing on me like a bulldozer. I remembered everything, well, before I went completely drunk. "Oh God, kill me right now", I cried burying my head in my hands.

"I can't believe I just fascinated about a bartender and nearly touched myself".

"So you do know him?" She asked in surprise.

"I only know that he's quite rude and probably has OCD", I rubbed my temples. "And I just fascinated about him, nearly drowning myself in the process".

She gave me a perplexed look, questions filling her small cute brain. "Don't ask", I warned. And she just nodded in agreement.

Hopefully I never meet him again. Maybe I'll have to even change bars. But honestly speaking, that bar was awesome. Even so, if I see him again, I'll probably feel like he'll know that I fascinated about him in my apartment.

"Who knew bartenders could be attractive?" Stacy laughed, getting up to attend to a customer.

"Yeah, who knew?"

A/n
If you've made it this far reading my book, you're a hero. Arigato gozaimasu.
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-Lindani