At the Bar [contemporary Love Story]
Copyright© 2025 by Laxu
Chapter 6
But I know I am being silly. It’s stupid, I know it is. The universe isn’t talking. It’s just a set of coincidences, that’s all. I mean, it’s fun to pretend, especially for a lonely heart.
Easy to fantasize about a beautiful woman walking in and sitting next to her husband. After a quick kiss and formalities about their day, the topic of Valentine’s gifts comes up and he has to reveal he doesn’t have anything. She wouldn’t be the type that shows how furious she is. She would keep it to herself while in the crowded bar because she doesn’t want to ruin anyone else’s evening. So she gets quiet, really quiet to show him she’s upset. Quiet to the point she doesn’t want to dance or even drink.
He would apologize and try to explain himself, but she wouldn’t listen. It would be too late to apologize in her opinion. Her mind would be made up because she is tired of him not being open and honest with her. That she wants someone that thinks of her first.
That’s where I would come in. I would walk up to her and apologize for interrupting her night. I then would tell her some honest compliment, such as her eyes are prettier and have more fire than Electra’s. I would then apologize for being so forward and that I didn’t mean to bother her before walking away.
But before I walk away she would ask something like, “You read Elektra? Or you talking about the Netflix show?” To which I would come back and say that I was referring to Wolverine’s Enemy of the State comic, which is my favorite comic with Elektra.
“Thanks,” I tell the bartender as she puts my new drink in front of me.
With a faded smile, I go back to my fantasy. Where I ask the pretty woman if she would like to sit and talk with me on the patio as it is not as loud outside. She would of course say yes, and when her husband complains she would tell him to shut up. That he can sit and drink with his friend like he normally does.
The two of us would go on the patio and talk. Talk about everything. From Stephen King’s new book, to how there’s an overload of superhero movies, to horrid TikTok’s trends that everyone seems to talk about. Talk about any and everything.
And I would listen and learn about her. Learn about what she does for a job, listen to her hobbies and listen to what she loves. And with each word I would fall more in love as we would be perfect for each other. Through we would be different people, we would have a connection that couldn’t be denied.
Of course we would have too much to drink. Drink after drink would arrive, both of us tipsy and happy at finding someone so special. Not sloppy drunk or anything, but just tipsy enough to be happy. This would power the two of us to become more “excited,” to which we would act on it. The normal social fear would disappear, and we would find ourselves being honest with what we want.
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