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“Does a few friends include a boy, Y/N?” You stop in your tracks. You thought you had hidden your tracks well... obviously not well enough. You knew Trevor wouldn’t approve nor like your boyfriend so you never allowed them to met, nor did you ever mention the fact you had a boyfriend or close relations with a boy for that matter.

“I know about him, and he’s no good for you. Ever since you started seeing him you’ve changed, a lot. Become much bitchier and more self-inclusive. I barely see you anymore,” His voice cracked as he murmured the last part. 

You didn’t know what to feel, or how to react.

“You can do much better than him Y/N,” Trevor reaches out and touches your arm, you hesitate refusing to look him in the eyes. “Says who? You’re the only one who said that,”

“Exactly, me. Because no-one else has to hear you crying in your room; crying in the bathroom over him. He’s not worth it Y/N. You said it yourself last night. You may have been drunk, but you always say the truth and express how you feel when you’re drunk. Hell, he even cheated on you! If that isn’t enough incentive to get it over with him then I don’t know,”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Geoff sighs,sculling his drink “Just a little stressed with work, that’s all.”

“Is there anything Icould do?” You ask, raising your eyebrow while you stash the tea towel underthe bar. You give him a hopeful smile as you re-fill his drink, you couldalready tell that it was going to be a long night. Out of all the regulars thatstop by, Geoff seemed to be the one you connected with the most.

“Don’t know, is there?” Heshrugs, unamused with a slightly smirk.

“Oh, okay well when you think of something, I’llbe serving other customers,” You make sure to pout a little before saunteringtowards an awaiting customer that was a few steps away, placing your hands onyour hips as you walk away. You could feel him staring, to which you couldn’thelp but respond with a smirk, raising your head a little.

“Boyfriend?” The youngercustomer questions as you pass him a bottle of beer.

You shake your head, “Nah,”

“Oh well he seems reallyinto you and you seem like a pretty nice lass…”

“Aww, thank you. You’renot too bad yourself,” You chuckle, turning back to Geoff’s direction. At thispoint he’s now twirling his glass with his finger, not at all looking amusedbut you could see the corners of his mouth dipping up a little. Maybe it wasthe booze…

“You sure you’realright?” You place your hand on his, it wasn’t the first time you’ve done thisand normally you did it to piss him off but this time he didn’t slap your handaway. Instead, he never made eye-contact with you as he positioned his hand insuch a way that he could hold it and caress the back of yours with his thumb.

“Let’s talk,” He murmurssoftly.

You find a co-worker andtell them that you’re leaving for the night, they told you not to worry aboutit and enjoy your night.

Geoff!

You turn to the other side of the bed frantically; it was empty but there was indents that proved that someone died end up staying the night. This was your house. “Geoff?” You call out worried, many scenarios running through your mind. Most of them bad, ending in something awful happening to Geoff. You waited a little while, but there was still no response. He must’ve left early in the morning.

Well fuck, he wasn’t the first guy to do that.

With a sigh and regret, you swing you legs over your bed and force yourself out. Better face the day you though to yourself. You walk your way over to your kitchen; something felt... different. You notice a pan in the sink and a plate with foil over the top on the countertop.

‘Sorry, had to leave for work! Here’s some breakfast and my number..’  A note had read upon closer inspection. You felt the corners of your mouth dip up into a slight smile. This was sweet, real god damn sweet. Too bad today was the beginning of your two days off so you wouldn’t see him at work but there was nothing stopping you from going there as a patron..

As you ate the breakfast Geoff had previously prepared for you, you thought of ways to spend your day. Geoff usually want to the bar at six, it was nine in the morning now so you had at least a few hours to waste. A few hours too long. Geoff felt like what you had been missing throughout your entire adulthood; he was funny, enthusiastic and you often had heart-to-heart conversations much more than you would without any other customer.

You decide to pamper yourself, giving yourself extra time in the bath surrounded by layers of bubbles and a few bottles of wine. It’s been awhile since you’ve been able to treat yourself like this, you were constantly working or worried about other people. Something changed in you last night, and you weren’t exactly hating it either.

You managed to get through a few books that you’ve been meaning to read before you get ready to meet Geoff. You texted him, telling him to be at the bar at the normal time.

You picked out a pair of tight-skinny jeans, a crop-top and a pair of your favourite boots. You even did your makeup more dramatic than you normally would, “vampy” as some people would call it.

You began to grow more nervous as the time approached. What if he didn’t turn up? What if he’s already found someone else? It didn’t help that you were already on your way to the bar, a few minutes before six so you could settle in a little before he arrived. You wouldn’t call this a date... but it could be perceived as one..

“Back to hook up with someone new, are we?” Your co-worker approaches you with a soft smile. “Nah,” You respond, sipping your drink anxiously as your eyes searched the bar; it was already getting full and there was no sign of your tattooed man anywhere. “Oh, well have fun! And drinks are on the house,” He winks at you, nodding behind you and walking away.

“Well hey there, mind if I sit here?” He motions to the empty stool next to you. “Go ahead,” You insist, biting your lip. He sits down and orders his usual, whiskey.

“Don’t you go for anything different, like anything at all?” You question.

“Nup,” He sculls his drink “But I do want to try something different.”

“Oh and what’s that?”