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Warnings: Get's a little steamy but nothing too wild Word count: 2.6k
The past week has been nothing but absolute shit. It should have gone so well, everything was meant to be perfect in your new, independent adult life. You rented a cosy flat in London, managed to get a job in the Ministry's headquarter and even met a chap called Aaron, who was interested enough to ask for your number. It all seemed excellent, except that it wasn't.
The flat was described as cosy, which would have been appropriate, if cosy stood for tiny, shabby and somewhat gross. Your job at the ministry, in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, sounded splendid when you read its description on the registration sheet, but turned out to be a disastrous struggle with heaps of paperwork, under the control of a woman, that could have been easily related to Satan himself.
None of your friends lived near you anymore, so you couldn't vent your anger and complain about your current situation properly. The occasional owl you received from some of them, made you happy for a second, although most of their letters consisted of their collective stories, telling you how much fun they were having, going out together and enjoying themselves, without you.
At least there was Aaron, who asked you to meet him at a bar on Friday evening. Right? You were on your way to said bar, called 'Chequers', already walking down the busy street and looking for its neon sign, when your phone rang. Two short beeps chimed out of your handbag, letting you know you received a text. You stopped to take your phone out and read Aaron's message:
"Hey, sorry I can't make it tonight."
He really had the guts to cancel your date five minutes before it started. Your brows furrowed, when you answered:
"Wow, thanks. Could have told me a little bit earlier, I'm almost there."
You stood on the pavement, clicking the back of your heel to the ground and stared bitterly on the screen of your Nokia, before it buzzed again:
"Told you I'm sorry. I think we shouldn't keep this going. Sorry again."
Did he just dump you via text? A great ending to a perfect week. You sighed and let your phone fall back into your bag, not bothering to even answer that git anymore. Shaking your head, as you still couldn't believe the audacity he had, to dismiss you such cowardly way, you turned around to see that you stood right in front of Chequers. Shrugging, you debated with yourself, if you should walk in alone. You really could use a drink, that's for sure, but going to a bar on your own, seemed a little pathetic. 'Screw it', you thought. The day couldn't get any worse and you didn't know anyone here anyway.
The air was thick and coated with cigarette smoke, when you entered and the music playing was drowned by people's voices. It was rather full inside, only few tables were unoccupied, whereas the space around the bar was completely packed. You sat down at a small table in the furthest corner, that gave you a good view over the place and studied the drinks menu for a minute, before a lovely waitress came to take your order. She didn't question if you waited for someone, which you were silently thankful for and asked for a glass of Gin and Tonic. One drink and you'd go home.
