Comfort In You

Comfort In You | 12.

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Shri.

It turns out this man actually meant it when he said I should fix my attitude.

He had since left me unattended and hadn't spared me even a glance.

I've been watching him entertain other customers and having good chuckles with them. I'd like to think my attitude as he puts it is every justified. I have waited all week for his response but he never got back to me, not even a call to the wrong department.

Nothing. I checked.

I know he doesn't owe me anything, all I asked from him was that he put in a good word for me with his boss.

Maybe his boss forgot to tell his PA to write back to me.

That's just wishful thinking Shri , my subconscious tells me.

That's all I can literally do right now, think positive outcomes only. Rather that than get swallowed into a dark world of depression. All I need is this account and preferably three more accounts to be able to fix this mess.

Think positive Shri. I chant to myself.

I mean who knows what other middlemen and people who are direct bridges between myself and their bosses will do to me. I remind myself how desperate I am to fix this mess.

It then occurs to me that this bartender has no idea what's happening in my life and why I need this win, and to be quite frank, I am not sure whether I want to let him know. After all it will seem as if I am only trying to gain brownie points with the sad story.

I let my mind wonder with positive thoughts, thinking about how good it's good feel when things fall back into place again. I'll go on a clearance sale haul and I'll get myself new clothing and if I'm lucky, a new pair of shoes too.

All these thoughts calm me down and when I feel like I'm now ready for the bartender, I raise my hand to signal for his attention. He nods his head and turns to face his previous customer , fixing his drink.

The customer pays and disappears in the crowd, the bartender with stormy grey orbs heads in my direction , he stops just over the counter. He brings to my view a glass and begins throwing cut fruits in the glass , the pours different drinks with different colours and he mixes with a straw before placing the drink in front of me.

Almost like a second instinct I immediately bring the drink to my lips and just like every time, the taste blows me away.

How can this man be so good at mixing drinks?

I drink half of the glasses' content before setting it aside, reminding myself that I'm still here on a professional courtesy. I mutter a thank you and he responds with a curt nod.

I clear my throat, knowing that whatever it is that we are doing isn't gonna cut it.

" I'm sorry for my behaviour early on, it's just that I waited all week for a response and you didn't contact me."

He stares at me for a moment before shaking his head chuckling , "I would have contacted you sooner if I had your contact details,"

I'm still trying to process his word, seeing the confusing on my face , I hear the sound of his voice, " You didn't leave your cell numbers. You only left your name, surname and where you work."

I mentally bang my head on this counter. He's telling the truth , I left my name, surname and where I work and I didn't think I should leave my contact details.

Which contact details where you going to the leave , Shriad ?

Your cellphone is tucked neatly in the safety of your dark wardrobe. My subconscious reminds me.