Audrey's P.O.V:
That Saturday night was actually quite eventful; far from placid, I'll tell you that. It started off with me not doing much at all. After Gemma and I had this little argument - if you could even call it that - I was feeling too flustered to call her back and discuss the whole Harry - friendship thing. So instead, I decided to go to the nearest pub. I was eighteen, after all.
"Well hello, gorgeous," the bartender said as I plonked down onto one of the empty stools. I looked up, pushing my hair back as I did so.
"Hi" I smiled, politely.
"You alright? Got any friends with you?"
I jutted out my bottom lip, not really bothered that I was alone, in a bar on a Saturday night. I shook my head ruefully.
"And what's such a pretty girl doing all alone?" he asked, leaning on his forearms in front of me, flashing a teethy smile. It was that moment when I actually realized how good looking he was. Tall, broad shoulders, dirty blonde coloured hair, blue eyes. Perfect.
I shrugged. "I don't know. You tell me."
He chuckled at my response. "I can't even fathom the idea of it."
I grinned as the words escaped his mouth. "Ooh, charmer, I see?"
"You know it," he winked. "Now, what can I get you?"
"Just a beer, I guess."
"Coming right up," he smiled, walking over to one of the tall-built fridges behind him, pulling out what I requested. He quickly popped the cap on it, sliding the tingy bottle in my direction.
"You're not gonna as me for I.D. or anything?" I asked, raising my eyebrow in confusion.
He shook his head. "Nah. I just hope I can trust you're not breaking any rules."
"I'm not," I stated casually. "Not yet anyways."
He looked down, biting his bottom lip as I spoke. "And what or who are you referring to when you say that?"
I grinned, causing him to, too. "I guess time will tell."
I nodded in acknowledgment - meaning thank you - as I picked up the bottle in front of me, pulling the top of the bottle to my lips, gulping back a long sip. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I knew I was flirting, but isn't that what girls are supposed to do when they meet sexy bartenders?
"Bad day?" he asked.
"Bad week," I corrected him, tapping my index finger against the side of the bottle.
"Wanna talk about it?"
I shook my head, but smiled. "I don't want to burden you with my stupid problems."
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