Old Fashioned

Chapter 1 - A Little Note

What a horrible day.

Everything annoying had stacked up today, huh? From lectures, to bills I gotta pay, annoying customers at my first job, intruding ones at my next, and now, behind the bar counter where I worked at, cleaning glasses and serving alcoholic drinks, I couldn't help but yawn every now and then, and to worsen it all ...

There were tears in my eyes! Stupid, annoying tears I tried my hardest to suppress, but the more I did so, the more my eyes burned, and I knew it only made it worse, and worse. How red were my eyes, I wondered, how swollen would they get if this kept up? 

Honestly, the fact that I even cried about this made me angry, and so, not only my eyes were red, but also my entire face! I just couldn't handle it anymore! The reason for my tears, and my fury? My stupid, annoying, ridiculous ... boyfriend!

Hell no! Not even my boyfriend, he was my friend with benefits! We were acquaintances from college, even; could I even call us friends, just because we occasionally hooked up? The problem was, even though he made me so unbelievably furious, that I was hopelessly, stupidly crushing on him!

I was totally, totally in love with that piece of shit, and it was totally on brand for me. Falling for the assholes that never looked at me twice, falling for the guys who pretended I didn't exist, and only came when they needed their own comfort ... that's the kind of guy Vincent was, and yet, whenever he called, I came running like a lonely puppy. Whenever he did pay attention to me, my heart thumped harder and louder, and I couldn't believe it.

That handsome face he had, brown doe-eyes that were super cute when he tried, and manly features all around, it totally got to me! Like stupid, stupid poison! 

And now, I cried over that very asshole, because I hadn't heard from him in a week.

A whole week had gone by, and all my messages were left on read, and he cared little about letting me know what the hell he was up to!

So, I kept checking my phone whenever I had a free minute at work, and every time I realized there was not a single wind from him, tears kept squelching out of my eyes endlessly, and I just couldn't handle it anymore.

When I called, and his voice mail picked up in his stead, I hung up all the quicker.

But I did text him. Not too much, though, because I didn't want to seem desperate. Even though I totally was.

22:12: Felix: hi, vince! Just wondering what you're up to. Are we meeting this saturday?

I couldn't wait for a response, because I had to get back to work. My coworker and good friend, Lisa, reprimanded me when I sat there, hunched over behind the corner, anxiously picking at my lower lip.

"There are some new guests. Can you serve them?" she wondered in a soft smile, and I was quick to nod and snap up onto my feet. I rubbed the tears off my eyes, sniffled and nodded, and quickly rushed over.

The table I was ought to serve was a pair of well-dressed men in hand-tailored full-set suits that looked a little too good on them. It was the whole package, seriously, from vest, to jacket, to ties, and fancy cuff links, and shiny oxford shoes so glossy, they must have someone cleaning them every single damn day!

Holy shit! These suits are worth my entire life, I bet!

Luxurious watches decorated their wrists, one silver, one gold. One of the men was handsomely blond, his hair combed and curling at the ends, and a wedding band glittered on his ring finger. The other man had pitch-black hair, eyes darker than the shadows, and overall carried a rather cold glow over himself. Even though they appeared the same age, there was no ring on his finger.