"hey want me to buy you a drink?" I asked confidently to this stranger in front me.
She's not even pretty and yet she caught my attention, I think I saw her somewhere. .what a familiar face
" no thanks, I don't need one." She said with irritation evident in her voice.
Exactly where did this girl came from, didn't she get any latest trends on their fashion? It's like she came from Alaska in her mid 60's with her long skirts and thick jacket. .why would she go to a bar looking like that?
"feisty huh??"I retorted back
"nope that's just me trying not to be rude."she quickly rebutted
..oohhh this girl is getting on my nerves..
"tss, stop the act. You should be thankful I'm to talking to you despite on how awfully you're dressed. Did you borrow your clothes from your nana?"I shoot back...
"like I care."she calmly said..oh okay..two can play at this game.
"tell me your name?"I asked her
"and what would you do with it?"she asked back
"hey! That's not fair. I asked you first. Come on tell me and I'll give you my phone number, even my email address too if only you're interested."
"that's not being unfair, that's being cautious."
"oh I see where this is going, let me introduce myself. I'm Ethan Stanley."
"your name sounds familiar, is it by chance that you're the ex-boyfriend of Sabrina Chase?"she asked, but finishes off with a smirk
Wait, how did she know that?? Do I happen to be hitting on someone who actually know Sabrina?? Damn!
"yes, how did you know her??psh!! that girl"I said, irritated. I came here to forget her but why is it that something or someone kept on reminding me of her?!that woman!!
"oh, I can see why she dumped you" said the girl, clearly trying to piss me off, which I should say is doing a great job for doing so. I'm pissed!!
"hey!what do you know? You know nothing about me."I strike back, trying to control myself. I woudn't want to make a scene here, would i?
"trust me, I know something about you that you don't know I know. Well. Not until now." She said
"are you my stalker, lady?"
Suddenly talking to her started to creep me out. Who would tell something like that to someone they just met? I did a very wrong move introducing myself to her.
"no, I'm not that interested in you to stalk you, mister. I just happen to know someone who knows something about you, that's all." She said with a smirk plastered on her face.
"do you mean Sabrina?" I asked her.
"you got it right, Mr. Playboy."she said
"how do you know her?" I asked
"hey bye! I should really be going. It's nice running into you."she said and I watched her disappear in the crowd of people in the bar.
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