DREAMER

↛ Boze ↚

I walked into the familiar bar and sat down, I'd been greeted with a different bar tender this time but.
Oh, I didn't care.

I was just so stressed, Damien being in the hospital and all.
Even worse now I was going to pay his bills?

I just sighed, slumping over in my chair.

"Can I help you, miss?" A voice called.

I looked up to see a friendly man, glasses and short spiked hair.

"Hmm? No I'm fine." I muttered.

"Hey, you look familiar?"

"Probably. I was here earlier. Another guy was on shift." I huffed, folding my arms and gently smiling.

He quickly gave me a confused look before hurrying off.

I was too- caught up- to care.
I probably reminded him of a stove he'd left on or something.

But no, after a short while he'd returned, polishing another glass.

"Sorry, Wesley just turned shifts." He shrugged.

"I don't mind." I shrugged. He was a nice guy and, well, pretty good looking.
"Do you know when he'd be on next?" I queried.

I know I shouldn't, I just. He's a good listener..

"Yeah, he'll start tomorrow at about 2:30"

"Okay, thanks." I shrugged.

Just as quick as he came, he left to bar keep and I was alone.

It seemed to be point of nowhere I felt a tap on my shoulder.
I jolted, turning to meet a familiar face.
"Howdy m'lady." He shrugged, his jacket slipped over one hand and a coffee in the other.
The bar tender? - Wesley?

"Care to walk?"