Small bites

the tequila shot

He kept looking at the brunette. She sat on the counter looking aimlessly everywhere but her watch, even though you could say she was waiting for someone. She bobbed her head slightly to the side and had the biggest smile on her face. He's never seen someone so naturally elegant. 

His resistance finally gave up. He walked up to her and sat on the high stool she'd been saving. "Is this shot for me?" 

She looked at him and shook her head. She didn't have the smile anymore. "I'm actually waiting for my man. If you wouldn't mind, could you please vacate the seat?" Her voice was a soft whisper. His brain wasn't comprehending anything she was saying, but absorbing every flowing tune she sang. "Excuse me?"

He looked around and turned back to her, "There aren't anymore empty seats and I've been standing all day. I'm not a creep trying to get in your pants." He tried giving her a genuine smile, something he didn't know existed. She looked at him for a few minutes and then sighed. They didn't speak after that; he wanted to, but he didn't know what to say, since she was already taken. And so both of them sat there, nurtured by the empty noise around them.

It was almost ten minutes later that a guy walked up to her. She immediately stood up and hugged him, having that smile again. The guy hugged her, yet was looking to this stranger who was sitting beside his girl. Ultimately, the girl pulled her man to the dance floor -- she didn't want any nuisance at her peace time. 

That guy, our protagonist thought, I have seen him somewhere... where? 

She kept dancing to the beats, her body flowing and mesmerising every head. She grabbed her partner and laughed as he spoke. They were a happy, young couple. 

I know him. Yes, I know him.

It was a foggy night, because he was intoxicated. But he remembers. He would never forget. He stumbled through the frat house, looking for his girlfriend. The last place she could be was in one of the rooms, but she was no where else. So he decided to check in all of them. And unsurprisingly, in this tale, she was found in one of the rooms and she was a cheater. Even though the boyfriend was intoxicated, he remembered hitting the male's face and pulling his ex's neck to threaten her. It was all a haze after he walked out of that room, though. 

Remembering that day, his fingers went cold. It was only last weekend that it happened (two days ago). He has since been drinking himself dry. But now, he was dry without any alcohol. Looking at her soft face and knowing she was with a cheater, pained him more than he could say. 

Why would she believe you, anyway? She would think you're trying to get her and making all this up! But it is important she knows about all this. I can't let her be oblivious knowing she'll be hurt knowing this later. 

He would've let it go, had it not been the smile on her face.