Lovelatte

One

🎶 Heart beats fast
Colors and promises
How to be brave?
How can I love when I'm afraid to fall?
But watching you stand alone,
All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow 🎶

"Hey, do you hear that? Even the radio is making fun at me." I asked Esme, my best friend, as I drove my car.

"What do you want me to say?" she said calmly while looking at my side. I knew that she was bored. I knew that she knew what comes next. Questions, I had been asking the same questions for months. 

"Anything to cheer me up. Ugh, I don't know." I scratched my head. "Maybe I should go home. I'll drop you off and then I'll go straight home." I felt depressed.

"Really? You would rather watching that lame Korean drama series and let yourself drown in it by crying all night than going to the most popular club to celebrate my birthday, wouldn't you?" she said in one breath effortlessly. No wonder since she is a swimmer and she had won several races when we were in high school. I thought it had to do something with her talent to hold her breath longer than usual people.

"Of course not, and it's not lame. But I'm not in the mood for ..."

"Whatever. You're going out tonight. You are going to celebrate my birthday with our besties and you will forget him." She had decided how I would spent my Saturday night which was her birthday. And when she had decided something againts your will only God can help you to turn her heart. "Besides, don't waste your make up. I did your winged-eye wholeheartedly so please let everyone see your pretty eyes." she plead while doing her puppy eyes on me.

Now I had an internal debate with myself. Esme is the closest friend of mine and broken heart or not, it was my duty to celebrate her birthday. I sighed, " You're right, let's rock the night." I gave up and put a smile on my face.

"There you go, I love to see your beautiful smile. You can have any men with your smile and your bright eyes..." she added.

"Oh stop it, Esme."

"and those sexy leg of yours, and those ..."

"Alright, alright, I'm going with you. Please just stop. I'm so not gonna spend the night in your flat anymore." I laughed at her silly words.

We parked the car at the nearest parking spot we could find and we walked to an old Victorian style building right across the street. The building had only one entry door at the front and the door itself made quite an impression. It was an old wooden door, it matched the building style, and it was painted red. The building did not have any sign or name plastered on it. That was why people call it Red Door, one of the most popular club in the city.

There were two well built man standing in front of the door and several people had standing in line before them. Esme  walked straight to one of the man then she whispered something to his ear. The man smiled and allowed us to walk through the red door.

"How did you do that?" I asked curiously.

"What?" Esme asked back.

"Don't we have to queue first before we get inside?"

"Yes, we do." she said.

"But we didn't!"

"Yes, we did'nt." she smiled mischievously. "Stop asking and move faster. They're here."