Pushing through the crowds of people felt exhilarating knowing I was finally leaving this overly crowded bar. I watched her weave her way through people and payed attention to the way her light brown hair shined when certain lights hit it.
There was a possibility I was making the wrong choice leaving with her, considering I've known her for about ten minutes. But I was itching to leave and my mind was screaming to say yes. So I did.
When we finally escaped the bar and found fresh air she looked lost, as if she hadn't planned what to do after we left the actual bar. I decided to let her plan our future events for tonight considering I knew this town as well as I knew all the state capitals. And I only knew about seven.
She turned to me and she had a spark in her eye that showed she was excited, that proved tonight would be worth it.
"Did you drive here?" She was most likely attempting to figure out our form of transportation and when I nodded my head she sighed in relief.
"Great we're taking your car."
I started leading her to my car, ignoring all the voices in my head telling me this was a bad idea. I needed this. I needed to go out and have a night of fun and I could tell she did too.
So I opened the door for her and I hopped in the car with the girl who was a stranger and drove to an unknown location.
I could tell she was nervous as well while her leg bounced intensely and her fingers fidgeted continually. She watched the road as I pulled out of the parking lot and drove nowhere in particular.
Leaving the bar I remembered I was a designated driver for a group of already drunk guys. But I knew after a few more drinks they wouldn't even remember my name and would find a way home.
The fact that I've had a few shots entered my mind as well but I decided to push that thought away considering my tolerance is very high and I didn't want to ruin the fun that was destined.
"What's your favorite color?" I heard her voice peep out from next to me.
"What?" I asked wondering why she would ask such a random question.
"Well I'm getting in a random strangers car, I feel as if I should know some basics." She explained, her sarcastic tone that I had become familiar with coming back.
"Green." I answered her question, not having to think much about it. "And yours?"
"Blue." She whispered quietly, as if her favorite color was a secret. She was twiddling her thumbs, refusing to look over at me and I had a feeling her favorite color had a back story.
"And why's that?" I inquired, wanting to learn more about her.
"It reminds me of the ocean." She quietly explained, letting her eyes wonder over towards me.
"You like the ocean that much?" I've never been a fan of the ocean mainly because when I was a kid I was determined that a shark was going to eat me. I refused to go any further then when the water touched me knees and I would stand contently.
Now I don't like the ocean mainly because the waves always take me by surprise and pull me under. There have been multiple times where I was sure I wouldn't reach the surface again.
"No, I actually hate it, the waves always end up hurting me and there's too much sand." I couldn't help but smile at that and I noticed her smiling as well. "But I like the idea of the ocean. The fact that you could swim miles and miles and you still wouldn't reach the end. The fact that you have no idea what's in there with you."
It was clear she hadn't told many people this, because it took her a while to get out. I wondered why her favorite color and the ocean suddenly got her into this mood and I wished I could pull her out of it.
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the night we met | h.s
Kurzgeschichtenthe one where they meet at a bar, and neither of them know why the other is there.