temple bar

he found himself sitting in the bar again, mostly because he had no idea where else to go and because being home felt weird these days. the apartment was suffocating him and he didn’t like it. he just felt the need to avoid cora because he wasn’t sure exactly where they were with their relationship. the engagement ring he bought was now forgotten. it just didn’t feel right, even though the ring was sitting in the drawer of his closet. and he was frustrated over that. everything annoyed him as well and he ordered a whiskey when the bartender asked him what he wanted. he sighed after that and got his notebook out of the pocket of his jacket. he was always carrying the thing with him, mostly because he sometimes had the best ideas when he expected them the least. he tried; he scrabbled something down and then frowned. no. nothing.

he got his whiskey and he drank it. he put the empty glass down and took the pen again. he was about to write something – anything, sometimes it helped if he forced it a little – when someone touched him unexpectedly. he knew that voice – but only when he looked at her he fully recognized her. ”miss valentine,” he acknowledged and offered her a smile. oh, he remembered her. she was extraordinary and also very unique – he was immediately drawn to her back then. she was his muse for a short while, even though she probably didn’t even know that. well, she knew he wrote about her. ”after all this time… I almost can’t believe it,” he smiled widely at her. ”please, do join me,” he added and gestured to the bartender. ”I’ll have whiskey. and the lady will have… ah hell, two whiskeys, please,” he ordered and then turned to her and closed his notebook at the same time. ”what brings you to oceanside?” he wondered and couldn’t help himself but smile again. there was still that special something on her.