Sitting by myself, I feel a persistent pair of eyes on me. Tactically, I avoid looking back straight away. Swirling the black straw around my tongue, I dart my eyes around the busy bar. Loud music blasts in my ears, my foot tapping subconsciously to the beat of the song. I send a smile towards the barman, who playfully rolls his eyes and takes my, now, empty glass and begins to refill it.
I take this time to check out the stalker. As my eyes land on his face, his eyes lock with mine. He wears round glasses, has a strong bone structure, and has soft looking hair. A smirk makes it's way onto my face as he winks at me. He is stood with a boy and a girl, of whom which look deep in conversation.
"Here you are, love." I turn back, seeing the barman placing my drink in front of me. I thank him, lifting the straw to my lips and swivelling my eyes back to the boy. He watches me, his eyes locked on me as if he is in a trance. I playfully dart my eyes to the stool beside me, hoping he takes the memo and makes the move.
To my glee, he does. He says something to the people he is with, and then lifts the large pint glass of his from the table and begins wading through the crowds of people towards me. I turn back around, a grin on my face that I hide when I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn slightly, seeing the boy I was waiting for stood there with a smirk.
"This seat taken?" He says, and I shrug. "Could be. Better sit before they get back." I respond, watching his smile widen as he lets out a chuckle, taking the seat beside me and taking a sip of his beer. I suck on the straw slowly, our eyes staying locked as he begins to speak. "What're you drinking?"
I grab another straw from the dispenser and dip it in my drink, holding it out toward him. "Try it."
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Waking up the next morning is hell. My head aches and I feel exhausted. Arms are wrapped around my waist, and all the memories from last night fill my head.
I turn towards the boy I met last night, who, at some point's name was found out to be Callum, or Cal, as he preferred.
His eyelashes flutter as I move, and I still in his hold, hoping to just do my usual and leave as soon as possible - no awkward morning conversations. Unfortunately, this lad has different ideas.
