Maven's Saving Grace

three || grace

[ g r a c e : h o w  t h e y  m e t ]

"I found solace in a stranger's face, raising from the back of my mind"

The moment I woke up, I was filled with dread at the thought of going to work and having to face Kevin.

I was stupid for even trying to fight for for the right of being able to access my full pay. I knew that Kevin was a dickhead and that he didn't negotiate.

The thought of calling in sick crossed my mind repeatedly but in the end, I pulled up my big girl socks and hopped into the shower to get ready for work.

For the first time in forever, the combination of hot water and the scent of my honey and lavender soap didn't soothe my nerves, and instead, it just ended up making me feel even more jittery.

That's how I knew that today was going to be a bad day.

Pulling on a simple long-sleeved maroon blouse and pair of black jeans, I realised that I had bags under my eyes and I looked exceptionally pale.

I wondered how I wasn't called in to cast as one of the zombies from The Walking Dead. I looked just how I felt, dead.

Shaking myself out of my depressing thoughts, I gave myself the pep talk I did daily at my dressing table mirror.

"You love your job. You love your life. You earn a lot of money. You get a lot of guys. Who's a winner? You're a winner!"

Obviously, the guys part was an exaggeration but hey, a girl can dream.

I pull on a pair of black canvas pair of Converse shoes and leave the house.

The pub is crowded today and tips are rolling in. My mood is lifted significantly and not even Kevin's constant stares are able to dampen my spirit.

After my short break at the nearby café, Alføn, I return back to S'Nivek and resume my singing.

"So won't you put your body close to mine, tastes like heaven when our lips collide. And I'm hooked, and I'm hooked, and I'm hooked, I'm strung out on you baby," I sing into the microphone, feeling my veins fill with the euphoria that accompanies. "I don't bite but I heard you might, so let me feed your appetite, my little puppeteer."

Singing was my passion. No, it was more than than, it was my life. There's something about the way that singing that lets me express how I really feel and that draws me to it.

As I sing, I let my eyes roam over the crowd and suddenly, I spot a new face. A frown takes over my face when I realise he stands out in every way possible. Tsavo's a small town and I'd be damned if I didn't know almost every person who came to the bar at a regular basis.

The man is young, presumably in his twenties. Truth be told, he is undeniably attractive with a sharp jawline and impeccably styled ashen blonde hair. Envy courses through me when I realise not a single strand is out of place.

He's even dressed impeccably, with a white button up and black slacks. He stands out boldly, as all the other customers are in either jean or khakis with a simple t-shirt.

He's alone but his table is still full with beer bottles. He's raising his glass to his mouth when our eyes meet.

Why is he here? I'm pretty sure there's a high class bar nearby called Mondy's or something. Is he Kevin's friend? No, it couldn't be. He's way too hot to be Kevin's friend.