I was busy just staring wallowing in thoughts and staring at my drink when I feel a tap on my shoulder.
K. I follow his gaze to see two girls sitting on the other side of the bar table. "Check out the blonde one." He whistles.
"She looks hot. What do you think?"
I instinctively observe. Fiery red hair. Colored eyes. Dressed enticingly in a skin tight outfit. Great curves. Perfect choice for a little fun time. But I am not interested.
I look away.
"What, No?" He is looking at me like I have grown two heads.
"She is very different. She looks nothing like that girl of yours. They nothing at all in common. Hair, eyes, body—
"Stop." He is making it worse. I did come here for a distraction to get my mind of Gweneth. But here I am helplessly staring at cognac in a glass.
I was here yesterday and the day before that. Same thing. I first tied it to the notion that it is because most of the girls I saw here had dark hair and eyes. But it wasn't.
