CHAPTER EIGHT

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Elena had been looking around for the past 10 minutes. She knew for a fact that she'd be coming around again, so she wanted to fully drink the place. Not knowing where to start looking for Will, she decided to go get something at the bar to calm her nerves and her sweaty palms. Will could be anywhere, and she wanted to be spotted with a calmer nerves. After plopping herself next to a couple who were sucking each other's faces like their lives depended on it, she signaled the bartender to come attend to her.


"Hey." The bartender greeted.


"Hi."


"What can I get you?"


"I erm I can't pick anything. Any suggestions?"


"Strong?"


"Oh no. I think something to maintain my sober state would do." Elena said with a nervous chuckle.

She earned a wink from the bartender as he said, "Coming right up!"

After handing her glass over to her, the bartender went to attend to some other people. She raised her glass up and savored it down her throat. Not only did it taste nice, but it helped her calm her nerves in addition.

As if sensing that she had something to say, the bartender moved to her and asked, "How is it?"


"Great." Elena said with a smile on her face. The drink tasted more than just great so she added, "More than what I was expecting, actually."

This caused the bartender to heave a sigh of relief as he said, "To tell you tell you the truth, I wasn't sure whether you were being real or sarcastic."


"I realized. That's why I added something."


"Psychology?"


"Sorry?"


"I meant to ask, are you reading Psychology?"


"Oh no. I'm not. Why do you ask though?"


"You just read my thoughts."


"Oh okay."


"Yup. So why are you here then?"


"I'm visiting someone."


"Oh okay. So why are you here then?" The bartender asked, repeating his previous question.

He needs an elaboration, Lena. She said to herself.


"I'm not from around here, so I figured I could be easily spotted sitting at the bar. It's been 20 minutes and I'm still here. Funny, huh?"


The bartender smiled and asked, "You've got a name?"


"Elena."


"I think I might know a guy. Come with me." The bartender instructed and Elena followed him.

They neared a big round table and he asked her to wait for him as he approached someone. After three minutes and a half, the bartender and the other guy made their way towards where Elena stood.


"You said her name's Elena?" The bartender asked.


"Oh erm..." Elena began to say but was cut off by the other guy.


"Don't think there's anyone in the crew who goes by that name but I could help you if you gave me a surname in addition, ma'am."


"Actually, his name is Will; Will Sanders."

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