Scrapbook Romance {a Pierre Gasly love story}

Chapter 2

I've always wondered why bars existed. Because they surly don't exist for people like Maja and I.

We were both drinking, but me not so much. Maja was one of those crazy drunks that threatens people's lives and then gives them hugs. And that was exactly what she was doing.

"You probably want to keep that knife away from me" she said to a particularly bothered middle aged man. I promise she's not psychopathic. She's just... special.

She made her way over to my seat at the bar and sat down beside me.

"What happened? I thought you two were hitting it off", I joked as she sloshed her martini down her dress.

"Nooooooo. He threatened to call the cops on me. Was it because I was too pretty?" She looked up at me with puppy dog eyes.

I laughed.

"Yes, maja I'm sure that's the case."

She also gets very cocky. And yes, it has caused problems in bars before.
Let's just say one night ended with a broken arm and a very satisfied body builder whom maja challenged to an arm wrestle.

"Ight imma go pee" Maja Walked (correction: trampled) to the bathroom leaving me there stirring my Manhattan alone.

"Your friend over there is quite the character".

A voice with a thick French accent appeared behind me. I jumped. My head whipped around and I spilt my drink down this poor guys shirt. He was a young man about my height with

"Sorry about that" I said while desperately trying to hand him napkins. I was blushing furiously.

"It's fine it's not the first time I've had alcohol spilled on me". He laughed like he didn't have a care in the world. He snapped and ordered me another drink.

"I- you didn't have to do that. I'm paying!" I interjected as he took out his wallet. I put my hand on his arm to stop him. Our eyes met.

"At least let me treat you to ice cream" he responds giving me puppy dog eyes not unlike Maja's. I don't even know this man and I can't believe I'm considering this.

"I really should get back to..." I trailed off as I turned to find Maja. She was passed out in a booth, her feet dangling off the edge. I chuckled and turned back to him.

The bartender came up to us and passed me the bill along with a few caramel candies. I paid, said goodbye to the man, and hauled Maja into
An Uber.

~back at the apartment~

I looked over at Maja on my couch. I wrapped her burrito style and made her stay the night. She's too drunk to be alone.

My phone buzzed.

I reach in my purse to grab it. Uggh. It's just work. I put it back.

Wait. The light from my phone illuminated my entire bag. There was a napkin that was not in there before. I took it out. There was writing.

Guy from the bar :)
555-678-1234

I chuckled. I don't know if it was the alcohol or the fact that it was 4 am, but I decided to shoot him a text. He was kind of really extremely cute. And also I had a lot of new found confidence that will be gone in the morning.

Hey. It's the girl from the bar :)

I turned off my phone and crashed.