Skinny Love

ONE

Camila Cabello stepped through the large mahogany double doors leading to the hotels restaurant and, briefly pausing in the door frame, she allowed her brown eyes to sweep over the nearly empty room. off to the left she noted a spacious and sophisticated bar, a thoughtful selection of notable wines and unique beers lining the wall behind a male bartender who stood drying an empty Collins glass with a white starched towel.

With a heavy sigh, the exhausted brunette haired woman closed the distance between the large rooms entrance and the alcohol she so desperately needed, and hoisting herself up to sit on a high stool, she rested her elbows against the smooth wooden bar top. Leaning forward, she narrowed her eyes as she studied the multiple bottles of wine in front of her before glancing toward the bartender to place her order.

"Ill have a glass of the Marcassin Chardonay, please," she politely stated, smiling as she sat back on her stool.

The bartender merely nodded before opening a brand new bottle and pouring the rich yellow liquid with a copper glow into a singular wide mouth glass. Setting the beverage in front of his customer, he then turned his attention back to drying the stemware.

With a soft 'thank you' and a nod of her head. she took a healthy drink, allowing the anise, smoky oak, apricot, and honey suckle flavours of her favourite white wine to linger against her palate before swallowing and setting her glass to the side.

Casually turning her back to the bar, Camila once again took in her surroundings. There were very few people in the restaurant at ten o'clock that night; two men sat together at the bar, conversing over their frosted mugs of beer as a young couple occupied a table in a isolated corner. Sharing what looked like to be a Mediterranean appetizer of Tabbouleh and various cheeses, the female member of the duos eyes sparkled with love as the man seated across from her casually placed a bite of the bulgar salad into her mouth.

Shaking her head as she watched the pair interact, a wry grin pulled at Camila's lips at the presence of such pure love quite like simply pouring from the young lovers, her eyes soon flicking to another couple who entered the restaurant, their fingers intertwined as they held hands, their hold on each other only separating long enough for them to take a seat to the right of her, several stools down the long bar.

Turning her attention back to her beverage, the beautiful brunette let out a breathy sigh as she took another drink of her wine. Apparently tonight was the night for lovers in this hotel's restaurant, and she couldn't quite quell the feelings of irrational contempt she felt toward all of them, like she was somehow intruding on their happiness with her cynical thoughts and campanionless state.

With a brief roll of her eyes, she took another sip of wine, her mind immediately going over the current state of her own but, before she could allow her brain to obsessively run away with itself, the gentle melodic sound of a piano caught her ears. It had been a long time since she'd heard live piano music being played and, as she listened, she could innately feel the sadness of this given tune slowly seep into her body and spread throughout her veins.

The magic of the music quickly drew her curiosity, her eyes immediately shifting to the centre of the room where she had seen a grand piano sitting in solitude, anxiously waiting for someone to come along and tickle its ivories. With its keys now being caressed, the majestic instrument reverberated with sound as and enchanting and somewhat mesmerizing tune rang through the restaurant, but in that moment, Camila found herself more enchanted by the woman seated at the stool, bright blue eyes completely unable to move away from the long pale fingers that were currently setting the elegant piano to life.

come on skinny love, just last the year

Pour a little salt, you were never here

My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my