I'm not typically the type to be found in a bar on a Saturday night, I prefer to do my drinking in the comfort of my own home. But my roommate just recieved a long awaited promotion, and she was also one of my closest friends so I figured it was best that I made an appearance. And I suppose it wasn't the worst way I could be spending my night.
"Jacob, you look miserable. At least try to be happy for me, yeah?" Elizabeth, previously mentioned as my roommate, teased.
"Oh please, you know I'm proud of you," I retorted, "this just goes against any plans I had of staying at home in my pyjamas."
"C'mon, your bed will still be there in a couple hours. Have a drink, loosen up," she instructed, not giving me a chance to reply before ordering a drink for me.
I rolled my eyes at her and followed her back to our table with the drink in my hand. I sat back and watched as her and the rest of our group of friends socialized. After I decided I didn't have much to add to the conversation, I let my eyes wander around the room. A few minutes into people-watching and a boy caught my interest. He wasn't the type I usually admired, but he was gorgeous. He walked with a confidence that would make me believe he owned this building if he told me.
Unfortunately, I had been staring too long and everyone at our table had noticed. "Who are you eyeballing over there, Bix?" Ben asked, nudging me with his elbow.
I shrugged, glancing back at the boy one more time before turning back to my friends. "No one, just looking around is all."
That was satisfactory enough for him and everyone continued their previous conversations. Except Elizabeth who leaned into my side to whisper to me, "you should ask for his number."
A red tint covered my cheeks and I shrugged once again, almost dismissing the idea. "I don't think so. He doesn't seem like my type."
"Since when do you have a type? Last time I checked you were quite desperate to find someone," she raised her eyebrows at me as if daring me to disagree. And she made a good point, I had been feeling lonely lately. And it wasn't that I didn't want to find someone, I just made a habit out of burying myself in my job. Which inevitably led me to not having that extensive of a social life. I didn't typically mind it, because I absolutely loved my job as a teacher and adored my students.
But I really was intrigued by him, and as much as I hated to admit it, Elizabeth was right. I was getting quite desperate. "I hate you sometimes," I mumbled under my breath as I pushed my chair out to stand up. I wiped my hands on the front of my jeans before making my way to where I had seen the boy not too long ago.
Not knowing how to approach him, I tapped lightly on his shoulder. He turned around and greeted me with a smile and a questioning look. "Hi, hey, uh, my name is Jacob. I was wondering if you, well, if I could have your number?"
He let out a short laugh, letting his smile grow a bit more. "You don't do this much, do you, Jacob?" After a quick shake of my head, he reached out to the bar grabbing a nearby napkin and pen and wrote what I was assuming was his phone number. "Well, my name is Troye and you can call me whenever you'd like. I have a client tonight and I'm unavailable Tuesday through Thursday," he spoke as he slid the napkin into my hand.
I looked at him for a moment, about to question what he meant by client but stopped myself when I realized. "Oh, okay, um," I quickly shoved the napkin into my pocket and looked down at my shoes as a way to hide the redness I'm certain my face was covered in. "Thanks, Troye."
I stumbled back to my table and fell into my seat. Elizabeth was sat waiting for me with raised eyebrows. "I really do hate you sometimes," I whined, taking a sip of my drink, "he's a hooker, El."
