relationship with Owen.
Her girlfriend, Jamie, waved her over and greeted her with a hug. No need for beer goggles in this place, the dim lighting was just bright enough to see the surroundings. As she took a seat at the mahogany bar, the bartender sat down a napkin and asked her what she was drinking. Pulling a ten out of her wallet, she ordered a Jack and Coke.
Jamie smiled at her. Two of her other friends, Vanessa, and Jess sat on the other side. It was going to make having a conversation a pain in the ass, but they seemed pleased that she was here. They were asking her how she was coping with the Owen situation. She knew there was no avoiding it. They were just concerned. She plastered on a fake smile and said she was doing fine. Maybe if she said it enough, she'd start believing it herself. There was no worse feeling than feeling weak, it left her unsettled. She didn't need anyone that didn't want her.
Picking up her drink, she lifted the straw to her lips and took a long sip. She scanned the bar again, as Florida Georgia Line sang about getting your shine on. She noticed a group of five guys standing around a table laughing and drawing a crowd.
For the next twenty minutes, she found her eyes kept drifting their way. Judging by the amount of people stopping to greet them, she assumed they must have been regulars. Their carefree laughter lifted her spirit and she found herself in her own head. As she was staring their way, a pair of green eyes met hers. Even in the dim light she could see the deep shade of green full of mystery. Even though she was intrigued, she quickly looked away.
Jack
Something felt off about this night from the second he walked out the door. Almost like something bad was going to happen, but whatever it was he wasn't feeling like his normal happy self. The normally attentive staff was slow as fuck and his beer was empty. He strode over to the bar to order another. As he turned to make his way back to the table, he bumped into the girl he locked eyes with earlier. What was a full beer now soaked her top, making it sheer. The light pink bra she was sporting was now on display for all to see. Her flushed face grimaced in annoyance and embarrassment. Trying to think on his toes, he took his unbuttoned, button up shirt off and offered it to her.
"I'm so sorry."
An expert on reading people, he could see the pain in her eyes. He thought it was a shame for someone so beautiful to look so pained. As she accepted his shirt, she clung it to her chest.
"It was my fault, I should have been paying better attention. I was getting ready to leave anyway, this will give me a valid excuse to bail."
Jack looked at his watch seeing it was only twenty to eleven. The night hadn't even started yet. He took in her honey-colored blonde hair and tanned skin. She had beautiful features, but the pain in her hazel eyes bothered him. He found himself wondering what was making her sad. He wasn't in the market for a relationship. Business was busy and as much as he enjoyed the company of women, they were a lot of work. He usually always ended up getting screwed over to boot. He hesitated for a few seconds contemplating his next move.
Offering his hand, "I'm Jack."
Awkwardly holding the shirt to cover herself, she placed her hand in his. "Charlotte ."
"Can I at least buy you one more drink before you go? I'm sure your girlfriends won't mind." She seemed hesitant until he flashed his signature grin and gave a meek nod.
He pulled out a barstool and waited for her to sit before taking the one next to her. Raising his hand, he flagged the bartender back over and ordered them drinks. Jack turned and took a few moments studying her. There was no ring on her finger. She seemed fragile, yet strong. The silence was content, but he found himself wanting to know more about her. He was intrigued by people, always wanting to know what made them tick.
"Girls night?" He asked. She took a sip from her straw and nodded. It
Her girlfriend, Jamie, waved her over and greeted her with a hug. No need for beer goggles in this place, the dim lighting was just bright enough to see the surroundings. As she took a seat at the mahogany bar, the bartender sat down a napkin and asked her what she was drinking. Pulling a ten out of her wallet, she ordered a Jack and Coke.
Jamie smiled at her. Two of her other friends, Vanessa, and Jess sat on the other side. It was going to make having a conversation a pain in the ass, but they seemed pleased that she was here. They were asking her how she was coping with the Owen situation. She knew there was no avoiding it. They were just concerned. She plastered on a fake smile and said she was doing fine. Maybe if she said it enough, she'd start believing it herself. There was no worse feeling than feeling weak, it left her unsettled. She didn't need anyone that didn't want her.
Picking up her drink, she lifted the straw to her lips and took a long sip. She scanned the bar again, as Florida Georgia Line sang about getting your shine on. She noticed a group of five guys standing around a table laughing and drawing a crowd.
For the next twenty minutes, she found her eyes kept drifting their way. Judging by the amount of people stopping to greet them, she assumed they must have been regulars. Their carefree laughter lifted her spirit and she found herself in her own head. As she was staring their way, a pair of green eyes met hers. Even in the dim light she could see the deep shade of green full of mystery. Even though she was intrigued, she quickly looked away.
Jack
Something felt off about this night from the second he walked out the door. Almost like something bad was going to happen, but whatever it was he wasn't feeling like his normal happy self. The normally attentive staff was slow as fuck and his beer was empty. He strode over to the bar to order another. As he turned to make his way back to the table, he bumped into the girl he locked eyes with earlier. What was a full beer now soaked her top, making it sheer. The light pink bra she was sporting was now on display for all to see. Her flushed face grimaced in annoyance and embarrassment. Trying to think on his toes, he took his unbuttoned, button up shirt off and offered it to her.
"I'm so sorry."
An expert on reading people, he could see the pain in her eyes. He thought it was a shame for someone so beautiful to look so pained. As she accepted his shirt, she clung it to her chest.
"It was my fault, I should have been paying better attention. I was getting ready to leave anyway, this will give me a valid excuse to bail."
Jack looked at his watch seeing it was only twenty to eleven. The night hadn't even started yet. He took in her honey-colored blonde hair and tanned skin. She had beautiful features, but the pain in her hazel eyes bothered him. He found himself wondering what was making her sad. He wasn't in the market for a relationship. Business was busy and as much as he enjoyed the company of women, they were a lot of work. He usually always ended up getting screwed over to boot. He hesitated for a few seconds contemplating his next move.
Offering his hand, "I'm Jack."
Awkwardly holding the shirt to cover herself, she placed her hand in his. "Charlotte ."
"Can I at least buy you one more drink before you go? I'm sure your girlfriends won't mind." She seemed hesitant until he flashed his signature grin and gave a meek nod.
He pulled out a barstool and waited for her to sit before taking the one next to her. Raising his hand, he flagged the bartender back over and ordered them drinks. Jack turned and took a few moments studying her. There was no ring on her finger. She seemed fragile, yet strong. The silence was content, but he found himself wanting to know more about her. He was intrigued by people, always wanting to know what made them tick.
"Girls night?" He asked. She took a sip from her straw and nodded. It
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