Undeniable Truths

4~ Maybe, Just Maybe

The same bars and clubs every week. I really need a new hang out. But where? I've been to every bar and club in London- which is a feat in itself- this is the best one. But it seems like I've hooked up with every girl here. I need a new face.

I sit at my normal spot, order my Jack and Coke, and wait for some thirsty girl to decide I'm going to take them home. It's only 10:30, and I've already seen the girl I woke up next to this morning. She sees me, blushes, then practically runs to the other side of the room. Typical.

By 11:00 I'm so bored that I decide I'm going to get up and look around. Then I see Her. She's sitting in a booth by herself, and from the looks of it, She's already buzzed. I freeze. Why is She here? She's married. Is She looking to hook up? Maybe She's here with a friend. I stand at a distance and watch Her. Then, this blonde comes up and starts talking to me. I'm not interested, but she doesn't need to know that. So, I pretend that I'm listening, nodding at the right time, but the whole time I'm watching Her. Nobody comes to talk to Her, and any male that looks at Her, She gives a death glare. Maybe, She left her husband. What a dream come true. Maybe, just maybe, I'll have a chance with her.

The blonde chick who I was 'listening' to is now kissing my neck. How desperate can you be? Then, She looks up. Her eyes find me and I want to melt in them. She gives me this look, almost like she's seeing a ghost. Like she doesn't believe it's me. Then she shakes her head, gets up, and stumbles out. Damn. I miss Her. My heart aches for Her. But She can't see me. It could blow my whole cover.

"Do you wanna get out of here?" The blonde asks.

"Your place, or mine?"