Vincent cannot help by smile at the woman’s reply to his joke. She was probably going to need a glass of wine or two to get herself through her date’s insipid ramblings. What was he going on about again? The waiter had only been standing at their table for a minute and he was already tuning the guy out. “It’s not a problem, miss,” Vincent nods at the woman before taking his leave.
There was never time for Vincent to go on dates and at times he cursed his packed work schedule. Although he wasn’t short on friends (being a bartender had its perks- everyone loved a bartender), he did feel lonely at times. He had been unattached for longer than he would like to admit but after witnessing the difficult time his customer was having, Vincent allowed himself to feel lucky for not having to deal with awkward first dates like that.
Such thoughts ran though his mind as he absently poured a glass of wine, the level of the liquid rise quickly. When he finally notices, it is too late and the glass is nearly full- the amount her poured is enough for two servings.Vincent grimaces, setting down the bottle and replacing the stopper. Picking up the glass, Vincent contemplates if he should split the wine into two glasses but he quickly brushes the thought away. The poor woman needed this.
He makes his way back to her table without another clumsy incident, ignoring her companion’s boasting (did he ever stop talking?) and setting the glass in front of the woman. He manages to reign in another cheeky remark but Vincent cannot help but smirk at her before leaving without a word.
no urgency resided in her where it did the prying noses of those who claimed to possess only the best of intentions when snooping into her personal life. where others were on the fast track to the picket fence and the aging ceremonies, haeun was content in letting things run their natural course were they to present themselves. not closed off to the idea of a partner but drawn indifferent as to whether they appeared or not was her attitude towards romantic relationships but call it blasphemy in the eyes of the other middle aged adults she worked alongside. a child on the way at twenty-four was ideal for them but for haeun, she had yet to see the charm despite her fondness for infants.
why rush? a simple question resonating in her natural aura gone ignored by the talks of immediate plans and future wishes from the man across from her. he preached of desires of multiple sons and daughters while she praised the furry cuddliness of her kittens bodies when curling into bed at night. he longed for a wife to relax in their home while he slaved away for their family wages but her intentions of giving her career were nigh and nil. incompatibility burdened the air that not even a charming waiter speaking promises of a fine wine could suppress. the right partner would come in due time and, well, as for the rest she had been doing fine just on her own.
spoonfuls of her galbitang made it past her lips as efforts were made to include her in her date’s ramblings. questions about her future plans, her goals, her thoughts on family all avoided with passive-aggressive avoided eye contact and distant body language in an instant passed up as the sight of her now new favorite waiter traipsing back with a generously filled glass of wine with her name practically scrawled across it in the front from the bottle itself. she mouthed a grateful ‘thank you’ his way, her gaze catching his during the exchange but before her lips could meet the rim of her glass and her eyes could fixate upon the velvety surface of the wine, she was graced with another sight just as coy in the form of a passing smirk delivered her way.
a slight inkling quelled to the best of her ability in the face of the man before her yet still lingering in the forefront of her mind as she was graced with the heavenly, familiar taste of a fine red wine much to her delight. a comment made on the amount from her date loosened her lips that she had kept so fiercely shut in protest, hazel eyes flickering towards him as if protecting her cause. “i might’ve asked for the entire bottle if i thought this would last past the main course.” she mused shortly, the elephant in the room addressed without hesitation. her fingertips rested upon the base of the glass. “this isn’t working.” her urgency was clear in her voice but it was apologetic in the rejection. her initial intentions had been to see him throughout the rest of the evening but her patience withered with each passing second and she could stand not a moment longer. it was to be her paying for the meal after all. business ventures and hopeful dreams did not pay the bills after all. his protests lasted only several minutes with her insistence before the point was made clear and he moved to be on his way.
where the embarrassment of sitting alone should have settled in, she welcomed with open arms and toasted to with a healthy drink from her glass. she, at least, still had dessert on the way to look forward to.
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