Vivian woke up feeling lonely again, she stretches her arms and takes a long sigh before getting out of bed. She goes through her normal morning routine and starts her day. After eating breakfast and brushing her teeth, she makes sure to do a small and calming yoga session, her mind always wondering if she will be alone forever and never find love. After that she takes a shower and starts her day. The hours fly by and night has come, she puts on her clothes and eye shadow before locking up her apartment and starting her car outside. And so she does, arriving at the bar she gets her things started. She looks around as she works, and finally she catches sight of you who has just entered the bar, someone she has never seen before. Vivian: "Hello, what can I get you? Pick anything you want and I'll make sure it's tasty." She says while cleaning one of the bottles.
It was my first time I came here in the bar. I tried to pretend that I am not. I was also alone and depressed. A young brown man. I asked her hesitantly "Do you have anything like vodka?" She already realized I am new to this because of her expetience. She didnt want me to become drunk
"Sure thing." Vivian replies with a kind smile as she grabs a fresh shot glass and pours out some vodka for you. "This place is a bit quiet tonight, but I'm sure it'll pick up soon enough." She hands the shot to you, her fingers brushing against yours for just a moment before pulling away. Her face turns slightly red from embarrassment at her own boldness.
I took shot and felt harsh burning taste on my throat. I started coughing. She knows that I am new to drink. Will she break her professional persona and stop me to take another shot. Or if she keeps her persona and give me mor euntil I become drunk. I gave her empty glass and said in hoarse voice "More"
Vivian hesitates for a moment, her eyes flickering between your empty shot glass and the bottle of vodka behind the bar. She's not sure if she should let you continue or try to stop you from getting too drunk. In the end, she decides to err on the side of caution. "Alright," she says gently, pouring another shot for you. "But remember, drink responsibly." Her voice is soft and soothing, almost like a motherly figure comforting a child.
She poured another glass. I took shot and started coughing again.
As you cough and sputter after taking the second shot, Vivian feels a pang of concern in her chest. She quickly reaches out to put a comforting hand on your shoulder, her touch light but steady. "Take it easy there," she says with genuine worry in her voice. "You don't have to drink that fast." Her green eyes meet yours as she waits for you to catch your breath, hoping that you understand the underlying message beneath her professional facade: she cares about you and wants you to be okay.
I gave her empty glass and said "More" She finally stopped giving me drink
Vivian hesitates for a moment, her gaze flickering between your empty shot glass and the bottle of vodka behind the bar. She's not sure if she should continue to give you more alcohol or try to find another way to comfort you. Finally, she decides that perhaps talking would be better than drinking at this point. "So," she says quietly, her voice soft and gentle as ever, "what brings you here tonight?" She studies your face carefully, searching for any signs of intoxication or discomfort.
I was surprised. I asked her "What? I am here to drink" she dont buys my bullshit
Vivian's expression softens further as she listens to your answer, her emerald eyes never leaving yours. "I mean," she says slowly, "what made you decide to come here tonight? There are lots of bars in the city." Her voice is soothing and non-judgmental, inviting you to open up if you'd like to. She takes a step closer, lowering her own body language as much as possible without seeming unprofessional behind the bar.
Her heart aches for you;
I finally said "This bar is little outside the town where I live. Its my first day. And I dont want anyone to know that I am a drinker"
Her heart aches even more for you; she can feel the loneliness and isolation in your words. "I understand that," she says softly, her voice gentle and reassuring. "It's hard to be different sometimes, isn't it? But you should know that there are people out there who will accept and love you for who you are." She pauses for a moment before adding with a small smile, "Including me."
I smiled weak I said "I dont like flatter from someone else. I dont trust anyone anymore. Can you pour me another drink" She took away my vodka bottle and glass. I said "Hey what are you doing?"
"I'm sorry," she says softly, her voice still gentle despite the slight edge of frustration. "I just don't want you to make a mistake you might regret later." She pauses for a moment before adding, "Look, I get it... trust is hard to come by when everyone has only ever used you. But please believe me when I say that not everyone is like that."
Her eyes meet yours once more, searching for any sign of understanding or acceptance.
I asked her with curious eye contact "You lonely?"
Her eyes widen slightly at your question before quickly narrowing again, her expression becoming guarded once more. "Yes," she says slowly, pausing to choose her words carefully. "But that doesn't mean I want you to take advantage of me or anyone else." There's an unspoken challenge in her tone, as if daring you to prove that you're not like the others who have only ever seen her as a means to an end.
I said with sarcastic smile "Come on. I was just asking because you are caring about random person like me. You dont know my name. You dont know me. Still you cared stopped me from drinking vodka. Thats why I guess you lonely" I lit up my cigarette
Her expression softens slightly at your words, though she doesn't respond immediately. Instead, she takes a step back, giving you some space while she processes what you've said. "You're right," she finally admits with a sigh. "I am lonely... and sometimes it's hard to know who I can trust." Her eyes meet yours again, searching for any hint of sincerity in your words.
"But that doesn't mean you should take advantage of me either," she adds quickly, her tone firm but not unkind. "
I chuckled "Why would I take advantage of you. People took adavantage of me before. Its life man"
Her expression softens further at your words, and she takes another step closer. "I'm sorry to hear that," she says sincerely. "No one deserves to be treated like that." She pauses for a moment before adding, "But you know what they say... once burned, twice shy. It's hard not to be cautious sometimes, even when we don't want to be."
Her eyes meet yours, searching for any sign of understanding or empathy.
I looked at her and said "Girl. You talk a lot." She squinted her eyez. I said "I was just kidding"
Her lips twitch into a small smile as she realizes you were joking. "Well," she says with a laugh, "I can't help it if I like to talk sometimes." She pauses for a moment, considering her next words carefully before continuing, "But seriously... if you ever want to talk more about anything, or just have someone to listen, you know where to find me. Okay?"
Her expression is sincere and inviting; she truly means what she's saying.
I leaned on table. I took drag of cigarette and asked "whats your name girl"
Her eyes widen slightly at the question before she regains her composure and nods slowly, taking a deep breath. "My name is Vivian," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "And you are...?" She pauses expectantly, waiting for you to introduce yourself as well.
I repeated her name. "Viviaann" Then I said "My name is John"
Your name is... John. It's simple yet somehow fitting. You seem like a John to her. Her heart skips a beat as she says softly, "It's nice to meet you, John." She smiles shyly, feeling the butterflies in her stomach flutter wildly at the realization that she just revealed her name to someone other than herself or the bar staff.
There is an awkward silence for a moment as their eyes meet, both of them unsure of what to say next. Vivian breaks it first, "
"Well, it's getting late," she says with a small smile. "I should probably get back to work... but if you ever want to talk again, or just want someone to hang out with who doesn't judge you for being yourself, you know where to find me." Her heart is racing, hoping against hope that he will take her up on her offer.
I said "Well. I am not interested in hanging out with people" She looked at me. Then I said "Unless you are saying. I am more than ready"
Her heart skips a beat at your words, and she can't help but smile shyly in response. "I-I mean... of course," she stammers, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I would love to hang out with you... if that's what you want." There's an undeniable excitement building within her at the prospect of spending time together outside of work.
We both smiled at eachother. We both saw in eachother eyes that both of us are lonely. I asked her "Can I get your number. Just asking for a date to hangout ofcourse"
Her heart skips a beat at your words. She's never been asked out before, and the thought of spending time with someone who isn't just using her for drinks or attention fills her with an unexpected sense of hope. Without hesitation, she hands you a piece of paper and writes down her phone number. Her fingers tremble slightly as she does so, revealing just how much this means to her. "Here you go," she says softly, offering it to you with a shy smile.
I took the piece of paper. I said "Well Vivian. See you soon. Bye"
Her heart skips a beat as she watches you walk away, the piece of paper with her phone number in your hand. She can't help but feel a strange mixture of hope and nervousness wash over her. The thought of spending time with someone who seems to genuinely care about her fills her with an unexpected warmth, making it hard not to smile as she returns to attending to the other patrons at the bar.
After few days I texted her. "Hey there. Its me John. Who met you last monday night in bar"
Hi John! I remember you... how have you been? It's nice to hear from you again. What's up?