This Isn’t For You || Leon & Maerwen
@dragcnblessed
I’m not here to see him, Maerwen thought as she followed the host through the Tap House to the little booth in the bar area. I’m just here to see whatever girl he’s hitting on in place of me so I can remember that he’s a creep. As they passed the bar itself, with a smiling bartender nodding at her, she took a deep breath - then looked.
Yes. The man who called himself Leon was still sitting right where she’d seen him when she walked in - a nice hightop table in the bar area, and no one clearly occupying the seat across from him. Obviously a lie - his girlfriend must just be in the bathroom at the moment - but she’d blurted out that she wanted to sit in the bar area anyway, and the host had sleepily complied - it was late, after all, only a half an hour before closing at the Friday night hour of 2am. She almost felt guilty for coming in.
Almost. But it would work out. She’d see the woman Leon was with, and...and it’d be fine. She’d stop thinking about his stupid smile that had been on her mind for the past hour.
Maerwen sat purposely where she and Leon could make eye contact across the bar counter top, where it separated his table and her bar, then buried her face behind the menu the second they made eye contact.
This was a mistake, wasn’t it? Heck.
