DREAMER

↚ Boze ↛

I'd just walked out of the bathroom, I'd spent a needless two minutes in there, pondering to myself.

But once I walked out, brushing my hands on my shirt, I was met with the same smug bartender.

He was back to washing his glass. I was going to bring up the coffee factor until I saw it.

A small, brown, cardboard cup with a plastic lid labeled 'Boze', with a small loveheart.

I was quite shocked, somewhat caught off guard.

"I told you I'd deliver." He shrugged, smiling at me before going back to his glass.

I huffed, slowly chuckling as I approached the bar.
"And you, my friend, are an honest man" I stated, slowly shaking my head as I sat back in the same seat as before.

"Eh, I try." He shrugged, watching me sip my drink.

He made a somewhat off out face, placing his arms on either side of the bench.

"What?" I muttered, licking my lips after pulling the drink away.
"Don't like coffee?"

"Ugh, no. Can't stand the stuff." He shrugged,

"Really? Why?"

"It's too bitter for me."

"Coming from a bartender?" I smiled, holding my arms.

"Hey, I dish it out I don't partake." He smiled back. He was notably handsome, especially when he smiled.

"Oh really? Then what do you drink?" I muttered, leaning in as my interest was peaked.

"Ah, not something I share with strangers."

"I'm not a stranger, I'm Boze and you're Wesley."

"Wes." He muttered, oddly defensive.

"Right, so how are we strangers."

"Well, I'm not sure about you.. but I don't trust someone who tells me their nickname instead of their actual name."

"What? How do you know my name isn't really Boze?"

He gave me a questionable look, raising his brow.

"Okay, Fine. It's not." I gave in.
"But how do I know your real name is Wes?"

He raised a brow, "because its average?" He shrugged.
I continued a menacing stare, awaiting for him to break.

"Okay, Fine." He sighed, "But you tell me your name first."

"What? Why me?"

"Because I asked first." He smiled, folding his arms.

"Okay, Fine..." I began, nervous.
"But you can't tell anyone, not a soul."

"Cross my heart." He muttered, doing the gesture over his chest.

"Okay.. my real name.." I muttered, glancing around the room. "It's Erika.."

"Erika? Nice." He nodded "surname?"

"Bozeman, but don't tell anyone.." I muttered, "if anyone asks I'm Boze Haas."

"Haas? Alright then."

"Yeah, it's my boyfriends surname"

"Uhuh." He said, picking his glass back up.

"Hey, it's your turn." I stated, folding my arms as I lent back.

"Mm?"

"Your name.."

"God, Uh.. Fine." He muttered, hesitating for a few, short moments.

"I'm waiting~" I hummed, slightly smiling.

"Johnathan... my real name is Johnathon."

"Johnathan! That's so cute, why do you go by Wesley?"

"It's my middle name.." he sighed, "But you keep that a secret, Okay?"

"If you won't tell, I won't." I smiled, mimicking his crossed-heart gesture.

He snickered, shaking his head partly.
"So what's your surname?"

"Huh?"

"Well, you know my name.. what's yours?"

"Oh, that.. Uh-"

It was then, my phone began to buzz, quickly cutting him off.

I groaned; taking a deep sip of my drink before getting up.

"Okay, I've gotta go." I huffed, shoving my phone in my pocket and sculling my mocca.
"But I'll take this up with you next time I see you." I smiled, pointing to him.

"Oh, so there will be a next time?" He smiled, his arm leaning against the bar.

"Well, after having this much fun why would I?" I shrugged, "bye Wesley." I called, quickly jogging from the bar.