The Proposal

1 - Proposal

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It was yet another cold, lonely night, another shift to cover, another long waste of precious time. That was how I felt about my job all the damn time, but then again, it was only because I wasn't doing what I was passionate about. I was just working to survive.

It was my dream to become an actress. It was something I was really passionate about.

Back in junior and high school, I always got all the lead roles in a drama or play because I was just that good.

As I got older, I always pictured myself on the big screen, doing what I love, which is acting, but unfortunately, that dream died four years ago after my parents' death.

My sister and I lived with our grandma ever since then. I was only able to stay one year in art college before I dropped out because i could not afford to continue.

The money that was left in our trust fund was not enough for us both, so I had to sacrifice my education for my sister. It was a really hard and painful decision, but it wasn't one I regret. She would be graduating high school in a few months, and I was so happy for her.

As long as she was doing okay, I was perfectly okay with whatever was left for me, in this case, nothing.

There were days I would feel tired and frustrated, though, like tonight.

I walked into Billy's, the small fancy bar where I worked as a bartender at night.

Tonight, I was covering a shift for my bar friend and colleague who apparently has a date, while I die of boredom pouring drinks for idiots who have nothing to do with their lives other than drinking.

That was probably my frustration speaking.

I sighed as I got to the counter, took off my jacket, and replaced it with a tiny apron.

"Thank you so much for doing this," Aisha, the said bar friend, told me.

"Sure, no problem," I replied, forcing out a small smile.

I watched her make her way outside the bar and kissed a young man who was waiting just outside. He proceeded to open the car door for her and waited for her to get in before closing it after her.

I scoffed. "Better hope that lasts," I muttered to myself.

Again, it was probably just my frustration talking.

Or maybe not.

I have had my fair share of bad experiences with men, so excuse me if I thought something as cute as that was an absolute facade.

After another minute of angry thoughts, i decided to get straight into work. I tried to entertain myself by watching each and every one in the bar.

I noticed a young man sitting just by the end of the counter all by himself, wearing a tuxedo.

I snorted, who wears a tuxedo to a bar.

As ridiculous as that was, i couldn't help but take another look at him. A proper look this time.

He was strikingly handsome and weirdly elegant for someone who was probably already drunk. He just stared long at his tiny glass of drink before gulping down the whole thing, then he proceeded to refill it up from the bottle of wine in front of him.

I couldn't help but wonder why he was alone drinking.

What the hell is my business? I asked myself, realising what I was doing.