Obsessed

Chapter 40: Playing With Esteem

Cole

Unknown Area: August 4th, 2022 12:10 AM

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I kept looking at the doors, watching people come and leave. Not even once did I see Charlie. I clenched the glass in my hand, fearing I wouldn't recognize her. What if I couldn't find her? What if I messed up?

I looked down at the glass, turning it around in my sweaty hands. Nervousness tried to take over my entire body.

No.

There was no way I wouldn't be able to recognize her. I had been with her for more than a fortnight, constantly watching her. It would be shameful if I couldn't tell.

I looked up at the doors again. It was way too crowded for me to know if she had already walked or not. All I could do was pray she had already arrived. I couldn't afford to ruin it.

"Oh, shut the fuck up!" Someone yelled in a stern British accent.

I changed my perception, looking at the red haired lady in front of me.

She raised her middle finger at a white man with brown eyes and brown hair. He had freckles over his nose and cheeks, his face darkening as he walked away into the crowd with anger.

I stayed still, watching her walk towards me.

Someone vulnerable.

Someone who'd fall easily.

I grinned inside. I took a step closer to the counter, wiping the glass with the white cloth I held.

She paused, sitting on the bar stool on the counter's other side.

"Just give me anything." She looked down at the counter with her eyes shut. Her head hung low as her red, long, box braids slipped in front of her face, hiding her dark eyes.

"Yes, ma'am." I looked into her eyes through the mirror on the counter as she opened them.

I turned around, seeing her look up just before I completed my turn.

I didn't know much about wines and alcohol. I didn't know anything at all to be honest. I grabbed whatever bottle was open on the counter behind me and poured it into the shiny glass I finished cleaning.

I looked up at the mirror splash back, seeing the girl stare at me. I listened to the wine pouring, looking at the black net top she wore, her black push-up bra revealing from beneath.

Clug, clug, clug...

I turned around, walking towards her. She looked into my eyes, not turning away for even a second. I placed the glass on the counter, resting my palms on the mirror.

She reached her hand towards the glass, opening her mouth as she raised her brows at me.

I stayed still, watching her click the glass on her lower teeth, her red lipstick leaving a tint on the utensil.

"What's your name?" she asked.

She put the glass down, resting her chin on her left fist. I looked at her close her long red nails as her tongue licked her lips.

"What's yours?" I played along.

"Morgana."

"Alex."

"You single?"

"You're single."

"One night stand then?"