PTX Shots

Day 3: Family [Kavi]

Avi moved to Paris three years ago, and it treated him wonderful.

Avi loves the weirdos here. They came to Avis in expensive, sharply suits, but then danced like crazy on the dance floor. They took Avi to a bridge, and together, jumped into the cold cold water in the middle of December. He bought them a drink whenever he saw a sadly, lonely person, and at the end of the night, he was invited to their private villas in the suburbs. If Avi wasn't busy with his things, he took his time at Avis, his own bar. He went around, watched his employees and heard his customers' stories. Parisians always surprise him with how dreamy they are. But sometimes, he feft something was missing, and he didn't knew what it was.

Avi loves Avis. He started up this jazz bar a year after he came to Paris. He enjoyed its atmosphere, which was filled with music, gentlemen, ladies and stories. It had welcomed some famous celebrities too, but Avis treated everyone equally, so no VIP here. Avi guessed that's why those celebs kept coming. Funny how hard people tried to be famous, while some others just want to hide themselves from citizens' eyes. Stars came to his bar, where they could be normal even just for a while. Avis' name spreaded out from ears-to-ears, Avi didn't even have to do any promote for it. Paris treated jazz bars real good, and the customers made him feel comfortable. But Avis couldn't cheer Avi up in some bad days. He had to admit, something was missing.

Along with his works, Avi also dated a French girl, Esme. She was, and is, awesome. She spent some entire afternoons with him and his guitar without complain. She hold his hands, proudly introduced him to her friends. She prepared picnics for them once a month, and took him to a silent beach everytime. She kissed him in front of the crowd, made it romantic like some arts they saw in the previous exhibitions. That girl was, and is, sensitive, too. She felt something bothered Avi so much. Something, or maybe, someone, that even an amazing girl like her couldn't replace. She broke up with him, in peace. He then bought her a drink at Avis, sang her a song, and they said goodbyes. But at the end, she found the happy ending that she deserved. She met her 'the one' at, again, Avis not so long after her and Avi breakup. They sent Avi an invitation to their wedding, which Avi was very happy for. Watched the couple, who were both his regular customer, made him thinking about himself. He was getting old, and he knew he should find his happy ending too. Avi felt kinda lonely. Something bothered him, just like Esme used to say. Something was really missing in him.

"Do me a favour.", Esme said, kissed his cheek when he tended to leave the wedding.

"Anything for the bride."

"Come back to your family."

"Avis is my family. About my bloodline family, I call them twice a week, thank you.", he playfully answered.

Esme shook her head, "Firstly, mon monsieur, no. Avis isn't the family I meant. I meant the other family. Secondly, you are such a good boy, Avriel. Thirdly, promise me, Avi, please, go get her"

"Who?", he raised an eyebrow.

"Deep down in your heart, mon cher, you know who she is. I knew I couldn't compare to her, just by the way you looked at her photos.", she giggled, hugged him. "Get back there, and go get her."

"Who?", he asked her again, but she ignored his question completely.

Because Esme knew they both knew who they was talking about.

Avi left, a smirk hung on his lips when he walked to his car and checked his schedule.

Now he knew what was missing in him.