Little Did I Know

Chapter two

Jakob

"Duuude, just go over to her. Stop ogling her. It doesn't suit you," my best friend Tom said as he nudged my shoulder.

The woman with the crystal-clear blue eyes looked gorgeous enough to eat. I mean, just the eyes alone. I could dive in headfirst and take a swim in them. They were piercing, magnetic and something else I couldn't really put my finger on just yet. And don't even get me started on her defined collarbone and the way her hair graciously fell down the side of her neck going past the collarbone. I could clearly picture my finger tracing her delicate skin and letting my tongue explore right alongside with it.

I slowly shook my head and scrunched my eyebrows together. We were surrounded by our friends and had a pretty decent time. The usual suspects were of course Tom, Walter, Brock and Karl. And as it would, girls tended to come up pretty quickly and talk to us. Some more obvious about their intentions than others.

We had all decided that we wanted a rather chill night without too much fancy pancy shit going on like all the shit we usually got invited to. Just a regular boys' night out at a bar where you could get beer, drinks and have a little dance if you ended up fancying a girl enough to spend time on the dance floor with her and not just take her home with you.

"What's wrong with you, man? It's not like you struggle getting girls, so what's up?" Tom asked.

I leaned up against the wall with a beer in my hand that was quickly going stale. I honestly didn't know what was up with me tonight. Usually, girls were falling all over me, and they still were. Just not the one that had caught my attention the second we had walked in. This one seemed more mature, more at ease with herself somehow. I didn't know what it was about her per se, but my eyes had pretty quickly zeroed in on her.

Was it the way she carried herself in a room? Was it the way she didn't back down when I caught her staring at me earlier? Was it her intense eyes that seemed to make time slow down? Whatever it was, she looked interesting.

The moment we walked into the bar and towards our table, I could feel eyes on me. People, boys and girls alike, were always looking at us no matter where we went. I knew how it sounded like, don't get me wrong. It sounded like we were these shallow perhaps narcissistic guys that only cared about their looks and getting likes on social media. It came with the territory. And sometimes it would be nice to just click pause on that part of my life. Don't take this the wrong way, I loved my life and it has brought a lot of amazing opportunities with it, but it could get pretty exhausting to always be on and feel like you needed to always feel, look and act a certain way.

"Jakob?" Tom said waving a hand in front of my face and breaking my internal philosophical monologue happening on aFriday night at a bar caused by a blue-eyed vision, I hadn't even talked to yet.

"I don't know. I just..." I had no idea where I was going with this, so I just shrugged.

"Go over to her, do your thing and it's a done deal," he encouraged. Usually, his happy-go-lucky attitude managed to rub off on me, but that didn't seem to be the case tonight.

"Dude, I don't know. She seems different, you know?" I whined. "Usually, girls don't shy away from coming up to us, but she hasn't so much as attempted to initiate contact. I mean, yea I caught her looking over here, but that's it."

It sounded lame even to my own ears, as I tried to explain myself. Geez, get a grip. Man up. Stop being such a pussy.

"You do hear yourself, right? So, what if she hasn't come up like all the other girls. You see something you like; you go get it," Tom said.