The smell of a carefree night hit her nostrils as soon as she stepped into the bar. Sandra squinted her eyes as the splashing lights of neon hit her like flying orbs. The music on the dance floor was blaring and the crowds, like last night, were wild. She had expected it, after all, it was a Friday night - a night designated for fun and night outs. The brunette gathered all the courage in the world as she pushed herself towards the bartending area where she was sure, Lou would be working. As the brunette took her stride, she could already see Lou, wrapped in nothing but leather, mixing up drinks.
There was something enigmatic about Lou - like a dirty little secret wanting to be revealed, and Sandra still, to be honest, wasn't convinced that she wasn't Cate. She looked like her; it was like Cate had a clone. From afar, Sandra could see the charm Lou professed - from the way she moved, the way she talked to customers. Lou was like a tavern of fire, and Sandra, in the most shameless way would swear that she felt like she was a flightless moth aching to rest on the fire of her death.
"Hi." The brunette started as she sat on the stool bar across Lou, the island counter of the bartending area separating them both, "I was wondering if --"
"I told you, I'm not her." The blonde spoke, her eyes not batting against the brunette as she focused on pouring the dirty martini before handing it to a customer, "Enjoy your drink."
"Actually..." Sandra placed her arms on the counter, her lips drawing straight, "...I'd like to apologize."
Sandra watched as Lou wiped the counter in one go before the blonde looked at her seriously. The way Lou's cerulean eyes glimmered against the darkness felt too magical: icy, but somehow, soft.
"What now?" Lou blurted, her arms coming to cross against her chest.
"I'd like to apologize for last night."
"Okay."
"Okay? That's it?" Sandra countered, obviously shocked by the blonde's answer.
"Well, what do you want me to do?" Lou asked as she approached the brunette on the counter, and when she did, it was when Sandra realized how close their faces were that she could smell the blonde's perfume, Chanel. No. 5.
"I..." She was not really the type of woman that would easily stutter, but there Sandra was, looking at Lou wide-eyed and stuttering like a godless teenager about to have her first kiss, "I..."
Lou looked at her. Sandra could tell that look was the look she usually gives to everybody else, but how could that look have so much effect on her? Lou looked at her like an irritated person, yet the brunette felt like her heart wanted to get out of its ribcage. It fluttered against her chest and on her seat, Sandra wished Lou wouldn't hear the beating of her heart.
"Are you here to talk? Or do you just want to freeze there?" This time, Lou shook her head and went back to open the cash register, "...because really, I don't have time to chat. I have work, you know." She stated before she started counting the bills.
"I just want to apologize and just want to be friends with you."
"The apology?" The blonde stopped on her track and glanced at the brunette, "Accepted. But the friendship? My circle is full." And there, it stung; she said it so casually and even returned to counting the bills on her hand that Sandra wanted to choke on her seat.
Really?
"Did you just..." The brunette shook her head as she got off her seat and went to sit in front of Lou, "...did you just fucking turn down my offer?"
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The Lucky One
Fanfic🚨 No silent readers allowed. 🚨 ⚠️ READ AT YOUR OWN RISK ⚠️ I held into your promise that you would give me your entire soul, but while you were pursuing fame and dreams, you were giving strangers pieces of yourself, and there I was, standing in th...
