Heartbreaker

[1] How tall are you?

Aura's POV:

I slammed my empty beer down on the bar.

"Another one." I slurred to the bartender.

The bar was especially empty tonight...funny.

The bell rang indicating the presence of a new stranger. And as usual, I ignored it and took another gulp.

Today was supposed to be our fourth anniversary.

Me and him.

The person who ruined me.

Kai.

Tears blurred my vision, and I shook my head desperately trying to lock away the memories and flashbacks.

A felt a certain presence beside me, and I looked up.

Cue the jaw drop.

I ogled at the anonymous Greek god sitting on the barstool next to me and had to remind myself that I had morals that I stood by.

His sharp-edged jaw and olive skin hadn't gone unnoticed by me or any of the other women at the bar. He had had the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up, and his dark hair seemed to hover right above his eyes which led me to believe he'd just come back from a long day at work, or maybe his girlfriend had just broken up with-WAIT, I know, he just lost his job and his dog just died. Just as it was getting interesting, a deep and serene voice interrupted my imaginary scenario.

"Done staring?" His thick voice dragged me away from my fantasies.

I scoffed.

"Not nearly." I mumbled.

I tried to ignore him, and focus back on the suddenly interesting tissue in front of me.

"Can I buy you a drink?" He asked.

I looked back up at him, and his large figure was towering over me.

"Damn, how tall are you?" I asked.

WHAT THE FUCK AURA?

A smirk found its way to his full lips, and I mentally smacked myself.

Great.

"I ask to buy you a drink, and you ask me about my height?" The dark mysterious stranger asked.

My green eyes met his and I took a sharp breath.

A deep-sea green color that was obscured by his choppy black hair. They seemed glassy and unblinking, and I was perplexed by their intensity.

"I'm not interested in a drink." I muttered.

Lies.

I was very interested in spending time with him, but my mind and mouth seemed to be in disagreement.

His eyes flashed with rejection, and he reclaimed his seat.

"What brings you here on a lonely Friday night?" I asked, feeling kind of guilty for throwing him off.

He chugged down some of the scotch, and his sea-green eyes met my green orbs.

"A break from work. You?"

Well, I guessed right.

"Drowning sorrows." I laughed, then hiccupped.

He raised his newly refilled glass. "To drowning sorrows."

I tapped my glass against his. "To taking a break from work."

I smiled at him, but he didn't return the friendly gesture. Then, I got off the stool and threw a couple of bucks on the bar.