Unexpected

The First Time

We arrive at a local bar called "Irish Pub." We enter the bar and sit at the very end. Abby orders a green apple martini, Emma orders a pumpkin martini and I get a strawberry daiquiri. Once our drinks come there's a sudden eruption of voices. Girls screaming and running towards the door. I can't bare to make out what's happening with all the girls in my way. But I look next to me and find out Abby and Emma are gone and in the big mob. I had no intentions of getting up so I stay put and start twirling the straw in my drink around to rim of the cup.

"Excuse me ladies," I hear the mystery person say.

I don't remove my eyes from my drink the entire time this commotion is going on. I want to know what's going on but I'm sure I'll eventually see the person.

"Two shots please."

I can hear the persons voice and know it's a man. I manage to keep my eyes on my drink and continue to move my straw in a circular motion.

"Grieving?" I hear him say.

I'm not sure if he's talking to me or not so to prevent embarrassment, I drink my strawberry daiquiri.

"Are you here alone?" he asks

Now I know he's talking to me because out of the corner of my eye I see him facing me with his right elbow leaning against the edge of the bar. I finally look up at who's speaking to me and it takes me a while to process. I look into those beautiful blue eyes and lose my train of thought. The way his hair curls at the end and the way he smiles at me, melts my heart. I finally manage to snap out of it and give him a response.

"Uh no actually I'm here with some friends."

"Really? I don't see them."

"Yeah because they're in your little fan mob somewhere."

"I couldn't help but wonder why you are the only girl in this entire bar who did not rush over and try to attack me with hugs and kisses," he says with a cute sly smile.

"I'm not into celebrities," I say trying to act like I don't care.

"Well do you happen to know who I am?"

"Of course I know who you are I don't live under a rock."

"Oh really. Well who am I then ms.smartypants."

"Patrick Kane."

"Well excuse me. I take it you watch hockey."

"All day everyday," I respond with a little more sass than I meant to.

"Hey let's go bar hopping," Abby says as she sees me talking to the hottest NHL player.

"Sounds like a good idea," I manage to say after I break the staring contest Patrick and I were having.

I leave a twenty dollar bill on the counter and grab my coat. I look at Patrick and he smiles at me making my palms sweat.

"Good luck tomorrow night."

"Thank you. Will you be watching me score?"

"I don't know mr.concietedpants."

He gives me a sly sexy smile and I manage to keep a straight face.

As I start to walk away with Abby and Emma a hear a voice call after me.

"Excuse me! I didn't get your name."

"Well that's your fault now isn't it."

I turn on my left heel purposely flinging my hair in his face. As I walk out of the bar I hear Abby and Emma talking to me but I don't bother to listen. I try to sink in everything that just happened. As we walk down the road to the parking meter with our car, I feel this huge rush of happiness and freedom. I say to myself over and over, "I hope I see him again."