The Meeting in the Bar: Elysabeth & Kyle
Elysabeth always enjoyed some spare time, even if that meant she had to do it alone. Going to the bar, the cinema, the shop, the theater, a museum; she all did it alone and she was used to it by now. In the very beginning she missed those whom she still misses, but she had learned to adapt to it. Or better, she had to adapt to it. There was no other choice. Nowadays she sometimes feared that the person responsible for what has happened, would come after her and finish what he started. But everyone assured her that would never happen. She was at ease because of this, but it did not make her stop looking over her shoulder, wherever she would go.
This very night she decided to take a drink at this local bar she always came to. The bartender was truly handome, adorable and kind, and it made her come by more often. Not that she would drink herself under the table, but sometimes two or three drinks could not harm. As always she arrived alone, sat down at the bar and ordered a wodka-lemon. She smiled at you, the bartender, and took a sip from her drink when you had given it to her. She looked around, trying to see if she saw anyone familliar, but there wasn’t any. Only some girls she always avoided. They were the types that were always looking for the guy to get laid with. She shook her head, knowing she would never be that type. She turned to her drink when it happened.
The door opened and she turned her head towards it, in order to see who was entering the bar. She froze, right onto her seat and the glass she was holding, slipped between her fingers and crashed down on the floor. Her whole body tensed immediately and she kept on looking at the man who just entered the bar. Her lower lip started to tremble and for one quick nano-second she looked at you, then around; to look for a place to hide. Within two seconds she decided to take the risk.
Elysabeth rose up, as quickly as she could and she rushed, as quickly as her heels could take her, behind the bar, where she crouched down, sinking on her knees, her back against a cabinet, her face towards the fridge which contained bottles of drinks. She then slowly heaved up her head, her eyes searching for yours and she softly spoke, on this very soft tone so you could only hear it: “Please…” In the hope you would keep your mouth shut and let her hide there. For as long as it would take.
