Getaway

01

The soft jazz playing in the background mingled with the low murmur of conversations. The melody came from a band that played in the corner of the bar. If you listend close enough you could hear the sounds of the waves crashing outside. The bar was practically on the beach.

This was one of the perks that came with coming from a wealthy family. You could do cool rich shit, but your family was also the reason you were here alone, in a random bar, miles away from home.

Yet, despite the ambient calm, you couldn't
shake off the weight of the recent life events that transpired and lead you to come here.

You sat perched on a high stool, nursing the Mai Tai in front of you, lost in your own thoughts while watching the bartender hastily make a variety of drinks. You told him to make your drink light because it was too early in the evening to be drunk. The sky was mixed with hues of blue and orange as the sun was getting ready to set.

You switched from watching the bartender to turning around and looking at the nearby beach and the people chatting in the bar. You were lost in thought and somewhat out of touch with you surroundings.

Then suddenly a smell hits you. It's a captivating smell of cool notes, musk, and a hint of cleaness. The scent lingers in the air and leaving a trail of allure. The scent makes your head turn to find the source, and you see a man sliding onto the stool near you, exuding an aura of confidence. The smell was coming from him, his cologne.

Why was he sitting so close to you when there were a variety of empty seats?

Besides the amazing smell of his cologne, the first thing you had noticed about him was his hair. His hair was a fluffy snow white and casted a glow in the overhead lights, and for some reason a pair of very black sunglasses rested on his face.

He was wearing a beige buttoned up shirt, except the first couple buttons were left open, exposing his defined collarbone and some of his chest. He was in swim shorts that were the same white color as his hair.

He didn't speak to you or even look your way. He sat patiently waiting for the bartender to finish whatever drink he was working on. You found yourself continuously stealing glances at the man beside you. You were almost unable to look away from him.

He appeared to be around your age. From what you could see he was attractive and well built. His jawline was sharp and his cheekbones sat high. He had a beautifully pointed nose and naturally thin keyhole lips. You quickly turn your head as you caught yourself rudely staring at the man beside you.

The bartender approach's the white haired man with an almost pained look, as if he is upset that the man is here.

"Saturo..." the bartender says an annoyed sigh escaping his lips, before asking "Your usual?"

The white haired man who you now knew was named Saturo, looks around as if thinking before saying.

"No actually, I'd like something different today, Could I have a minute to think?"

"Of course, let me know when you're ready" the bartender responds with a smile that looks forced, before walking away.

You look away and continue to drink your Mai Tai while going back into your thoughts.

"What drink is that? It looks great."

You turn your head and the man is now facing you with a questioning look on his face, while he waits for your response.

"Oh this, it's called a Mai Tai, it's pretty good."

He doesn't say anything but gives you a small smile while calling the bartender back over and to your surprise, he orders a Mai Tai.