Chapter 4 Mission kind of accomplished

I placed the glasses on the bar counter and poured the drinks. "Thanks," she carried them and headed for her table. I moved back and sat on the chair behind me as I scrutinized my environment.

I glanced around the dimly lit bar, the low music playing from the speakers, the soft murmur of conversations and clinking glasses providing a comforting backdrop to the evening. The night wasn't busy, there were more empty seats than expected. I took a deep breath knowing I would have enough time to make a move if he should walk through that door. And just as the thought came to me, the door opened, and he walked in.

I stood up from my chair, it suddenly hurt to sit, I tried to look at everything else in the room but I failed. He moved to the chair at the far end, on my right hand side and took a seat. My eyes kept drifting back to him, the man who had captivated my attention from the moment he stepped into the bar.

I watched as he leaned back, his easy charm drawing me into his orbit effortlessly. Then our eyes met and I found myself frozen in his gaze. He raised his hand, trying to signal someone and it took a few seconds before I realized it was me.

"I'll have something strong. But not so strong that I don't know my way back," I wrote his order down in my tiny book and looked at him again, my lips blocking every words that tried to escape them. "Yes, I would like ice in my drink," he answered the question I was supposed to ask, and I went back to the counter.

How pathetic was it that even when I took the shift today just to see him, I couldn't say a single word as he glared at me with the darkness that was his eyes. Seconds later I went back to his table with his drink in my hand. I dropped it on the table and took two steps back, waiting for him to give me an open window to speak.

"Do you have something to say to me?" He asked as he looked at his drink, not bothering to spare me a look. How rude.

"I...I do actually," my voice was low.

"Speak," he said in a commanding tone.

My brows arched. Did he just order me? Yes, I was working so of course he would give me orders, but this one had nothing to do with work. How dare he? "How hard is your life that you have to look this depressing? It's sickening if you ask me." I dropped a bomb.

He raised his head. Now, I had his attention. "Everyday I come to this bar, you always walk through that door brooding, like someone just died. But I'm sure that's not true because people in your life can't die everyday. And I keep wondering why someone like you would feel that way. I know a rich person when I see one, trust me, I've seen a lot of your type. They're all just playboys who like to hurt girls for fun, and I swear it would be way better if that was who you are." I kept talking, using my hands to gesture at him. Every word that escaped my lips unlocked a level of shame I didn't know was possible.

His face which showed no emotion as I spoke, now had a sly grin plastered on. And just then I realized I was wasting my words. "I hope you choke on your drink," I smiled sarcastically andwent back to my work position. Mr brooder continued to sip his drink like he usually did whenever he came here. No one made me feel so stupid in a long time. My curiosity had gotten the best of me.

The minutes stretched on, each passing second feeling like an eternity as I held my breath, anger coiling tight in my chest. What a pretty psycho. It was half past twelve, Just a few hours and I could finally say goodbye to this life.

I head the chair scrape against the floor as he stood up. He put his hands in his pocket and brought out his wallet. After dropping cash on the table, he walked to the door. I smiled mischievously as a thought came to me, I filled a glass with ice and ran after him.

"Hey!" I called out as I walked past the door, my right hand behind me. He stopped in his track and turned to face me, waiting for me to speak again with his hands in his pocket. "I'm so sorry for what I said earlier. I don't know what came over me. I had no right to speak to you in that manner," I said in a mocking tone. I looked up to meet his eyes. He was at least six feet two, and my options were limited.

"It was just so depressing to see someone look so down all the time, and I shouldn't have done that," I analyzed his white long sleeve cooperate shirt and took two steps forward. "I should have done this instead." I reached for the belt loop of his trousers, pulled it, and poured the contents of the glass in his pants. I thought about it hard enough for the few seconds it took me to get out the door. No one would hold me responsible for anything that I did because people who usually go to bars like this don't leave In the same mental state as they came.

A sharp intake of breath from the man in front of me, followed by a burst of laughter from the car few meters away made me satisfied with what I did. The car seemed familiar but I thought nothing of it. He gnashed his teeth and parted his lips probably in an attempt to form words.

"Bye!" I said in a loud voice, almost yelling, stopping him from speaking. Turning around, I smiled from ear to ear, not because I was proud of what I did, but because at the end of the day, I got to express myself. And to me, that was enough.