Walk A Different Path 🤍 Jaa/First

Chapter 3 ~ curious ~

Sam looked back across the bar at the man who sat quietly staring into his glass and he thought about their conversation 'that's pretty much what he did with me just now, drove me away with his bad attitude' Sam thought to himself but the annoying thing was, he was also right to a degree.

He was just Sam's type, tall, dark and really handsome but he didn't come here to get entangled with a local, he was here to do a job before heading back to Thailand. 

Sam shook his head and turned back to the table to carry on chatting with everyone, he even had a few more dances but kept his shirt buttoned up this time. A couple of local guys bought him a drink but they were no trouble and at ten thirty he got up to leave.

As he was putting his coat on he glanced towards the bar at the man they called Maskwa, he was still sitting in the same position as he had earlier on, playing with a glass of whiskey and not talking to anyone. Sam wanted to go back over to him to see if he was ok but something held him back, no, it was better to not get involved.

Sam and his friends all walked back to their accommodation with Sam going into the house where he was staying first.

"goodnight guys, I'll see you tomorrow" Sam said as he waved.

"yeah, at least we don't need to get up early until the other guy arrives" one of the guys said.

"ok 'night" Sam said again and went inside the house.

His hostess was still up when he went inside and she asked him if he wanted anything to drink so he asked for a glass of water.

"did you have a good time?"

"yes thank you, we met some locals and chatted, it was fun" Sam smiled.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, well I'm off up Sam, see you tomorrow" she said and left Sam in the kitchen.

Sam sat for a while drinking the water and thinking about the man called Maskwa, he wondered if he would be ok but it wasn't anything to do with him. He drained his glass before rinsing and drying it then he went up to his room, took a quick shower as quietly as he could then after dressing in shorts and a vest he got into bed and fell asleep almost immediately.

Maskwa was still conscious enough to know he had to go home, looking at his watch he saw it was one thirty in the morning and everyone else had already left. The bar owner knew him well so he'd just left him to his thoughts and gone to bed, Maskwa might be many things but he wasn't a thief.

He took his glass and rinsed it out leaving it beside the sink to drain then he fished in his pocket for a few dollars and left them by the cash register then after letting himself out he locked the door before pushing the key back through the letter box.

He loved being out at this time on a morning, it was cold but serene even with the distant howl of a wolf or the cry of a saw-whet owl and Maskwa walked home through the deserted streets half hoping he would see Pipon's spirit again and get to talk to him but it had been several months and he hadn't seen him except for that one time.

He just wanted to know that he was ok wherever he was and that he was at peace but deep down he knew he was, he would never forget the smile that Pipon had bestowed on him that day, he just wished he could forgive himself for his part in everything.

He couldn't help wondering about the pretty faced man and if he had got back safely to where they were all staying. He thought about the guys body again and his lovely features, he was gorgeous but then, that's why he was a model.

Arriving home he slipped quietly in the door and got himself a glass of water to take up to bed then after going into his room he placed the water on his bedside table before going to get a shower.