Love Is Dangerous

C1

"I'll have another Martini, please,"

Damn. She had like four already. I should know because I've been watching her ever since she walked into this bar. She didn't make eye contact with anybody when she walked in, only made her way to the drinks and started ordering like it was a damn buffett.

I watched as she took her drink from the bartender, who winked at her yet again, but she ignored him, yet again, and took a long slow drink. Or should I say chug. She's been chugging those martini's like her life depended on it.

She sat it down and I saw her sigh even from across the bar. She didn't look too happy, and she looked like she could use some company. But with the way she's acting, and I have noticed, maybe she doesn't need any company.

But fuck it, right?

I get up and slowly make my way towards her. I didn't want to come off as a creep, so I needed to take it slow and just talk to her first. Then maybe, if I'm lucky, I'll be taking her out of here somewhere nice and quiet.

I sat down two seats away from her and shook my head as the bartender came and asked what I wanted to drink. I sat there and cautiously looked over at the woman as she was hanging her head down like she just made the biggest mistake of her life.

Well, you did chug five martini's.

I smiled as I took her in and let my eyes wander down her face, to her breasts, and down her legs. She was wearing a tight ass shirt, and skinny jeans, and she couldn't look more fine as hell if she tried.

My eyes traveled back up to her and that's when I caught her looking at me as well. I smiled at her in attempt to let her know that I was checking her out, and all she did was ignore my existence and turn her attention away from me.

Ok, maybe she's playing hard to get. No worries, I always have a plan.

I got up and sat down in the seat next to her and cleared my throat. "Hi," I looked at her as she turned her attention to me and nodded. "My name is Abril." Fake name for purposes. I held my hand out as she sat there for a moment before slowly bringing her hand up to mine and shaking it.

"Sana."

I smiled, "Cute name." She nodded and turned away once again. I looked her over and I finally looked over at her left hand, and indeed, no wedding ring.

So, why the hell was she acting like this? Usually women in bars don't mind getting hit on, unless it's some creepy old guy trying to get in her pants. I may not be an old guy, but I definitely don't mind sliding into her pants.

Maybe she's not into girls.

Well, I can change that in a heartbeat.

I decided to keep the conversation alive, "So, what are you doing here?"

She didn't say anything after a few uncomfortable seconds until she looked over at me. "I just wanted to come drink." She turned her attention away once more and I sat there staring at her until she looked at me. "Can you stop staring at me?"

I smiled. "I'm sorry, you're just really pretty."

She ignored me then proceeding to ask the bartender for another drink, but I quickly laid my hand on hers and she looked over at me as I smiled. "That's enough, don't you think?" She stared at me and I only smiled, "How about we get out of here?" I nodded towards the door as in hopes for her to say yes.

She sat there probably debating in her head whether or not she wants to leave with a stranger, but soon enough she got up and we both walked out of those doors together.