"feelin' like i just found god and the heaven that i never wanted."
a half drunk conversation in a bar while hiding your profession wouldn't make you think could lead to anything, but for oscar and florence, it was everything.
oscar piast...
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The harsh, cold air from the window hit her face, making her flinch. She had sat in a corner wanting some space to herself before her band arrived at the bar. A part of her hadn't agreed to the break the band was to have after their last performance tonight. Ever since whatever had happened with him almost a year ago, Florence had put her everything into her work. She knew how badly the band needed a break to create new music and just have a moment to themselves, but somewhere she felt that after the break would end, she wouldn't be that much interested in the band.
She had reassurance from her friends that nothing of that sort would ever occur but that never made her feel better. She wanted him back so she could enjoy music again, the band had of course noticed a change in her ever since the incident but she seemed to do better so they never questioned for more.
But she knew, Florence knew how she felt and never spoke up, not wanting to create drama, the band was doing so well and she didn't want to disturb the flow. So, here she was, an hour earlier than her band members just so she could wallow in self-pity. Thirty minutes in and all she had was a drink that she had been staring at.
She realised that if in the next 30 minutes, she didn't get a drink in her system, she would not be able to make it through the performance. So, she left the non-alcoholic drink on the table and went towards the bartender to get a much more better drink. She hadn't noticed who she had sat beside until his voice pulled her out of her trance.
"Much of a McLaren fan are ya?" He pointed at the bright orange cap she had been wearing, she totally forgot that she had stolen it from her friend Paxton who loved f1.
"Oh, uh no? I mean, sure, but it's my friend's." she pulled of the cap to examine it, she hadn't really observed it well other than the fact that she needed something to hide her face. She gathered that a bright orange cap would not be helping her case.
"Oh, it is signed?" he asked, taking a sip of his drink.
"Ah, yes, my friend got it signed last year." She nodded and put the cap back on her head, pulling it down to hide her face. She observed that the man beside her was wearing a similar coloured shirt from the same team.
"You?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Uh, got it for a birthday yeah." He said very unconvincingly, he didn't know whether this pretty girl in front of him would turn out to be a psycho fan or not.
"Cool." She told and took a sip of her drink, the uncomfortable silence continued for a few seconds until he decided to break it.
"I'm Oscar." He gave her a small smile.
"I'm Florence." she extended her hand out which he gladly accepted.
She soon got a text in her groupchat with the band questioning where she was and that they had arrived at the bar. She immediately downed her drink and left the boy beside her with many questions.
