Toyed With

Bars and Drinks

A sudden sense of deja vu engulfed me at the sight of the man, who, quite oddly enough, looked around my age. My mind raced back into its past memories, searching and hoping for this familiar face to pop up somewhere and light a bulb.

I had seen this guy before.

I didn't need to be a completely ace student to know that. Something about this guy, his hair, his face, maybe his eyes or the glasses but it was definitely something that nagged the corners of my spirit. I knew him and I've seen him before.

Or maybe not.

Brushing that thought aside, I reached out to shake his hand. The man, in question, shakes it and introduces himself as Matthew or as his friends and colleagues liked to call him, Matty.

"Have we met before?" I wonder, losing all bearings of my surroundings and focusing on the itching feeling that had settled at the bottom of my gut. Did I know this Matthew guy? Could he be Matt? I mean, it's an awfully similiar name. But then again, Matt had dirty blonde hair and blue eyes not brown hair and brown eyes. It just made no sense!

"Doubtful, Camille." he says with a laugh. He then gestured me towards a chair and I follow, helplessly. After I'd seated myself, Eden and Flynn sat on either side of me and Matty sat opposite me.

"So, when do you start work?" Eden wonders, twirling the tip of a strand of loose hair.

"Monday, so of course, I have no reason to be here two days early but I just wanted to check the place out, y'know?" I reply sheepishly.

"Aw, don't sweat it, babe. We love having new tappys here. Monday, Tuesdays and every day of the week!" grins Flynn and leans foward a little so his face is mere centimeters away from mine. "I especially prefer warm, cozy evenings in bed..."

"Already trying out your moves on her, are you?" remarks Eden, disgustedly.

"A little jealous, Eden? Don't you worry! I'll plan out a whole schedule for you, Camille and that sexy chick in the canteen whose number I shall get today." replies Flynn with a wink.

"Keep your freaking hormones at bay, Flynn!" cries Eden, burying her face into her palm with a groan.

"And get 'em ready for tonight? Man, are you some eager-sleeper."

"Could we please move on?" interrupts Matty with an impatient yet amused sigh. His gaze flickers to me and a gentle smile dances along his lips.

"Want to go out for a beer, Camille? Today is Friday night." he requests and glances between Flynn and Eden as if asking for approval. When the two nod stupidly, Flynn of course looking the more enthusiatic of the two, I respond with a delighted nod.

"Okay, then Camille. Tonight. Eight o'clock." says Matty with a warm edge to his words. It's funny but from accuzing him of being someone I knew, I've settled with the fact that he's probably just a big sweetheart unlike cheesy, gross Flynn. 

"Right."

"Oh, and wear something tight and exposed..." smirks Flynn and quite literally, I throw a punch at him. Obviously my punch was feeble so he barely felt a thing but I hope he got the message. 

You mess with the wrong girl, you get the claws.

"Since Flynn is probably the guy who creeps you out the most, I'll pick you up, if you're okay with it?" suggests Matty and I give him an appreciative nod. Okay, Matty was most definitely no one I knew from the past. He was just a big sweetheart who, perhaps, could be the start of something new.

"Whatever!" moans Flynn with this adorable frown on his face. "We got to get going, Camille. Lots of work to do!" he says and with that he heads out of the room and dissapears into the blurry crowd. Eden follows him after another set of words of warmth, leaving only Matt and I in the room.