I go up to my room as fast as I can, picking up the first pair of jeans I see and wear them.
I decide to wear something comfortable so I chose a gray Nike shirt and my leather jacket.
Minutes later, I'm out of my apartment, heading to Daniel's car.
"Ready?" He asks me as I get closer to the door.
"Yes, I am." I open the passenger door and get it.
I'm quite nervous and it's kind of funny because going to a bar was never a thing I got nervous about. But it's been so long since I went to one. It's been so long that even thinking about sitting there, watching people drink makes me anxious.
It doesn't feel that bad when I have Daniel around me though. I kind of feel safe with him.
We park and walk a little until we find the bar. Daniel explained that parking next to the bar is never a good idea. He didn't tell me why and I didn't ask.
"So, can I get you a drink?" He asks and I nervously look at him. He notices my hesitation and speaks.
"It's okay to have one drink," He says.
"I haven't had a drink for almost four years," I breathe in and out.
"I'll get you a drink, Emily." Before I can say anything else, he leaves to order our drinks.
When he comes back with the all too familiar drinks, something starts to kick in my stomach. I take another deep breath and think 'It's just a drink, Emily.'
He gives me my drink and drinks his immediately.
I hold mine and by just looking at it, I can see tons and tons of lost memories so I just drink it in, all of if, without thinking for another second.
It felt weirdly amazing. It felt so good, not just because it tastes good, but facing one of my fears, felt incredibly awesome.
Daniel notices my face and smiles.
"I can't believe I just did that." I put my hand on my mouth.
"I can't believe I got you to drink!" He laughs, surprised that he achieved something tonight.
"You weren't really meeting someone, were you?" I ask.
"No, I'm meeting someone. He's just a bit late." He looks at the door and around him.
"He? I thought you were meeting a she." I smirk at him.
"No, it's a cousin."
I nod.
Minutes later he excuses himself to the bathroom and I find the opportunity to order another drink.
As soon as I finish my second drink, I hear someone behind me.
"Emily? Hi," I hear a familiar voice.
"Hi, Zack." Zack is one of my classmates.
"How you doing?" He asks and I say I'm fine.
"What are you doing here?" He asks and I find his question odd.
"Having a...drink." Obviously.
"What about you?" I ask back.
"Oh, I'm meeting a friend." He says with his hands in his pockets. He always does that when he talks to people.
"It's weird seeing you here," He says and I just look at him because I totally agree.
"I mean, I don't want to sound rude but I always thought you were the kind of girl who you know, didn't drink and studied all the time." He keeps looking up and down as he nervously speaks to me. He's not nervous around other people; it's just me. Although I figure it's probably because of what happened when I first came here.
