The Lonely Girl

Chapter 3 - The Club

The week went by without anything out of the ordinary happening. Before I knew it it was Friday night and I was home getting ready to meet Alana at a bar. I’m not ashamed of my body, so I picked an outfit that showed off my tattoos but mostly covered the giant scar that went from the back of my neck to half way down my back. Again I’m not embarrassed by it, but I cover it to avoid questions from people.

The bar was only a few blocks from my apartment so I walked, it was almost summer so the evening would be warm enough. The bar was pretty packed, looking inside I couldn’t spot Alana at first. After a few minutes I heard a loud squeal, “Sahara!!”. I turned and there she was half falling off her barstool with a drink in her hand surrounded by a few people that must be her friends. I didn’t realise she was meeting other people but I was here now, I might as well try and be social. As she stumbled towards me, clearly she’d already had a few drinks, she almost lunged on top of me for a hug. “Hey you’re here! I’ve got a few friends here sorry, they’re from my home town and dropped by to surprise me.” “ That’s fine” I replied, “ that’s so nice of them”. We walked over to her friend group, there was about 10 of them, they all looked at me with big smiles saying hi. I scanned around the group as they tried to introduce themselves to me when I laid eyes on the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen in my life. I can appreciate a good looking guy but this guy was next level, tall, black hair, tanned skin. I tried not to stare too long, he did seem to be staring at me though, I forced myself to look away and was introduced to the rest of the group. They all seemed friendly and I felt immediately comfortable. I turned towards the bar to get a drink when I felt someone grab my arm. I’m sure I felt tingles on my skin, weird, maybe it was the vibration of the music. “Hey, sorry can I buy you a drink?”. I turned around to see tall good looking guy talking to me. “Um, are you sure, that would be really nice”. He smiled, which made him look even better if that’s possible. “It’s my pleasure “, he replied, “what are you drinking “. “ A vodka soda thanks ahh…”. Damnit I’d been so focused on how gorgeous he is that I didn’t catch his name, “Sorry I didn’t catch your name” I said embarrassed, he smiled, “It’s Santi”, Santi, unusual but it suited him. “Thanks Santi, as long as I buy you the next one!”. “It’s a deal” he laughed, of course he wouldn’t let me pay for anything all night after that. I turned back to Alana while he was getting the drinks, she had a huge grin on her face. “Wow Sahara, looks like you two are hitting it off!”. “I’m sure he’s just being polite “ I replied. “ Doubtful, I’ve never seen him that forward with any girl”.