the older man

Chapter 2 (pt 1)

Oli's P.O.V

"Hey, um, are you sure I'm at the right place?" I asked Abraham over the phone, looking up at the bar that I was standing outside of. Tavern of the Drink (A/N wow, I am soooo creative). Right when my last class was over, I had decided that, since the address he had given me wasn't that far, and I run after school anyway, I could just walk too meet him.

"Are you right outside?"

"Yeah."

"Are you wearing a grey knit beanie and a dark coat?"

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"Look through the window to your right." I looked up and I saw him behind the bar. He was holding the phone in the crook of his neck, his head tilted to the side as he cleaned a glass. When he saw me looking at him, he waved at me and put the glass down.

"Wait there, I'll be right out." He signalled to a guy who kinda looked like him, and then hung up and walked outside, pulling on a coat as he did.

"You work at a bar?" I stared at him and he chuckled and ran a hand through his messed up hair.

"Actually, I own the bar. It's been passed through my family for generations."

"Cool."

"Yeah, I guess. So, you're done with classes for today, right? You're not ditching for me?"

"I don't ditch. Not even for a hot date." He seemed too flush at that, but covered it with a smirk and a deep chuckle.

"And I count as a hot date, huh?"

"Boy, have you seen yourself!"

"Yeah, I'm 26 and I already have grey hair!"

"Abraham-"

"Bram."

"What?"

"Don't call me Abraham. That and calling me Mr. Confield makes me feel old. I prefer to be called bram." His voice then softened and he seemed a bit nervous. "Ya' know... if you wanna."

"Ok." I smiled. "Anyway, Bram, so what if you have grey hair?"

"People think I look like I'm in my 30's. I look freaking old."

"I think the grey hair looks hot." He smiled at me and chuckled again.

"Thanks."

to be continued

i'm procrastinating on three projects and studying for a midyear exam