people like Us

Chapter one

"Nope... she looked like her," he thought as he walked into the not-so-crowded restaurant. He stood out there. It was one of those small bars that no one like him would have ever walked into so he felt that it was the best place to be to drown his sorrows away. He was looking for a girl, not just any girl, but a girl that didn't remind him of 'her.' But he drank too much whiskey so everyone looked like her now. The only way he could get her out of his system was to drink some more, so he thought.

He walked up to the bar and then he saw her. She looked almost angelic. Too young to be a bartender for sure, but her smile was so contagious that he felt himself smiling too. Her hair was in a bun at the top and the curls that fell framed her face quite strategically. She couldn't tell her right complexion but it was more tanned for sure, not pale like his. If she were pale the light would've bounced off too easily, but the way it hit her, she glowed. She was like a fairy.

'A fairy?' he thought. That's when he knew how drunk he was. But the most important thing was that she didn't look like her. But she was a bartender, which was not the calibre of girls that he would normally sleep around with but she'll have to do for tonight.

She then turned to him and smiled to a questionable expression and then she spoke.

"You okay?" was the first thing she asked as he approached the bar, and he wasn't sure if he was okay but she didn't have to know that.

"I'm fine... I'll take a bottle of your most expensive whiskey," he shouted over the music. And with that she rolled her eyes, which he noticed, of course, she wasn't hiding. She had already figured him out. He was one of those white privileged boys who felt like they owned the whole damn place. She hated serving those types the most, but she still had to.

"Eff, can I get a cosmo and sex on the beach for table number three?" A buff brunette man came to his side and ordered from the bartender.

"Sure Eric!" she yelled back.

'Did he just call her 'eff'?' he thought to himself. That's a weird name. And as 'Eff' turned around the buff waiter guy, Eric, checked her out and at that moment he felt like he should have done something so he yelled.

"Hey! My drink!" that made Eff turn around but she rolled her eyes again and bent down and got a bottle of whiskey and put it on the bar.

"Do you want a glass or you're going to drink it straight out of the bottle?" was she kidding? She then smirked and gave him a glass and instructed Eric.

"Take him to a free table... I'll have your drinks ready when you're back." The way she told Eric what to do said something, she was in charge or held a higher position almost.

Then Eric proceeded to escort him to the table by holding his shoulder, which he immediately shrugged off, causing Faye to roll her eyes again.

She continued watching him for the rest of the night, even though it was one of their busy nights. He just sat there, drinking on his own and there was one point that she actually felt a bit sorry for him. She wondered what a guy like him was doing in a place like this.

The sports bar was small, one of the smallest in the city, but she loved it. It was her grandfather's and she helped him run it, almost three years now and she's never felt more at home. It was a bit run down and needed some work, but the most important thing was that she had it running. A lot better than her grandpa did if it was him alone. He looked nothing like her of course. He was a Caucasian man living in the city, and she was a city girl, who grew up in the suburbs with her white father and a black mother, who had Caribbean roots. She never felt like she belonged there though, in the suburbs. It was too much of a reminder that she didn't fit in. Her grandfather, on the other hand, made her believe that there was nothing she had to fit into. She loved him, some people may say too much but when her grandmother died, she saw the way he became, she quit college and she moved in with him, taking over the running of "The Hidden Place."