Tequila and Cigarettes

Dining ♡

It's been a week since you and Valeria started texting each other back and forth. A full seven days of courting each other like peacocks in the wild. But you couldn't help yourself! Whenever you spoke to Valeria it felt like fireworks went off in your body, like all your dopamine levels rose to the max and threatened to leak through your brain.

Of course you each had your own duties, you had to work at the bar giving people margaritas and bloody marys, and she did.. Whatever she did. In one of your many texting conversations you had tried asking again about her job.

'so what do u actually do lol'
'Wdym?'
'whats your career?'
'Hard labor and shipment"'
'what type?'
'Does it matter?'

After that you decided not to touch on the subject. You didn't know exactly why you were interested in her job, what she did to make money was her business and her business only. But it was something that you kept occasionally thinking about, most people you've dated have told you what they work in. You've gotten answers like Veterinarian, Dancer, Education, office clerk, and much more. Much more impressive jobs than yours.

In a way, you want to know her job because that's how you can get to know someone's personality. It's the key to figuring out said person and not only understanding them but also their goals and life in general.

You often thought of your 'job'. You're 34, you barely graduated highschool, went to community college, dropped out of community college since you couldn't even afford to be there anymore, somehow got a bartending license, and now work in a bar that reminds you too much of the one in fight club. You wouldn't be surprised if one of these days you heard a muffled voice coming from the basement shouting "The first rule of fight club, you do not talk about fight club!"

So even now, as you lay on your small couch and look at your phone, you're surprised when Valeria invites you out to dinner. It was out of the blue but you didn't have any plans this weekend other than binging on your favorite shows and movies. So you accepted.

'sure, when and where?'
'This really good place uptown. It's called stiletto's, does saturday work for you?'
'Yeah! What time do u wanna meet up?'
'How about 8pm?"
"Sure, ill see u there then :)"
"Ill be waiting for you there"

Now all you had to worry about was what you were going to wear...
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When valeria asked you to dinner she had been expecting rejection. The reason why, she didn't know and frankly didn't care. You had accepted her offer and that's all that mattered to her right now.

When you confirmed that you would go she made sure that Saturday nothing was going to interrupt the dinner between you and her. She made sure that her calendar was cleared so no one would even think to text let alone call her about work, and that she was prepared if anything went south.

As much as she hated to admit it she was more than excited. She was downright ecstatic. The thought of a nice (and possibly romantic) dinner made her want to make time go faster, to shout at it to hurry up, if only she could. Pity.

But until then she had time to get ready. She would go over in her head what she would wear, what she should say, when she should start getting ready, and much more.

She liked planning out things. The more she planned the less stress she had.

Until Saturday came she would go on with her daily routine. Count the days until she sees you.

She was so damn excited.
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When Saturday finally came you were scared.
Okay, scared is an exaggeration. Anxious would be the correct word.