7 Chapter Six - order @0.02 bar

Feet had been dusting away when I walked through darkness of the long woods, they are really monstrous and I m on my track suit, the naked leaves and twigs are founding their way to touch me, while I don't feel it like I need it,

and I m sure No one here would sense the gentile sensation they are filling me with, these whole valley and woods of Barnabas was a expertise seductress which lure the strangers in their green loathes, but these woods can't get me , it's a vamp night and cold winds are slapping me , punishing me that I m not seduced by their tempting , to recover and to be getting drunk , there's one swampy Old cottage bar,

"O-Senorina !" the lodge is run by an old man, very old and grizzled person, Mr. Hadid, since it , they told that , Mr. Hadid was in so love to head over heels with her wife Marina, that when she died back 20 years in Rougesage , in this cottage,

Mr. Hadid was drown to deep misery, he was like a boat without hull and to prevent Rougesage , from its tagline, "A land Of widows," thought to convert the cottage into a comfy bar, located like a maiden of her senor, the small pool entwined with its broad arms like it were of Mr. Hadid and she was throwing her temptress body over him, this was the idea of designing this bar,

O -Senorina , was a duped name for Senorita and marina, made to conceive Senorina! I had spotted it from very far because its large slate roofs, that were too large to not get unnoticed , with wooden path to make the way, lit up with amber crescent light between the Cave of tress, lit up by the woody lanterns to guide the customers, luckily this place is always filled with customers falling into three category mainly, Teen love, old love , and without love, I was without love, even through grey darkness,

I could spot the grey stones of , "O-Senorina " which had built up its wall, coarse and as I went closer , I found light green, light amber, and light orange colour to look like an eyes of the Madonna , who was trying steal me from this fatal piece of world, and here I was lured, the night with crawling steps , bounded me and took me with him to set my foot in ,

"O -Senorina ", it was like a child in appearance innocent and serenity flows, with all the element to keep me warm , it was the one alive thing between these dead hollows , the brown cobbled chimney smokes out its grief, and I opened the door passed by the pool of stagnant dark water which simmers on the dancing beam of Moonlight, I looked my either side, and every Person was filled with potion of love, as if they had been cast with spell of Lovins, a waitress came with her skirt and blue eyes, and then her



" Welcome ! to O -Senorina ! Milady , what you want to have ?" She gave me a friendly smile, I had been coming here , whenever I m confused , sad and weak ! My legs find their way to this place of treasure, I gave her the hint through my eyes and knowingly she headed back to the kitchen counter, since when I had moved from Kent to Rougesage, this place is my hidden discovery, although the town had many expensive and lavished cafes, burritos and pub, but my inner peace is found in this place,

One thing was known for "O-Senorina!" , was that it was the only bar which opening time was from 12 am. To 4 .am and at 5 a.m closed down, Miss. Havana was the bar singer of this place, and the song played was latest singles by Camila Cabello and Shawn Mendez , "Senorita!" , I was getting drown and drown with this muskiness of the dale music, it just made my heart with love in the air,

""

I love it when you call me señorita

I wish I could pretend I didn't need ya

But every touch is ooh la la la

It's true, la la la

Ooh, I should be running

Ooh, you keep me coming for you

Land in Miami

The air was hot from summer rain

Sweat dripping off me

Before I even knew her name, la la la

It felt like ooh la la la

Yeah no

Sapphire moonlight

We danced for hours in the sand

Tequila sunrise

Her body fit right in my hands, la la la

It felt like ooh la la la, yeah

I love it when you call me señorita

I wish I could pretend I didn't need you

But every touch is ooh la la la

It's true, la la la

Ooh, I should be running

Ooh, you know I love it when you call me señorita.""

This song is making me a need to feel the essence of my unknown lover, to just ran his finger through my frail body, I m not needing ! That kind of feeling, it was driving me to sleet, my body was paralysed when I again saw the same hoodie, at the stranza,

"Land in Miami, the air was hot from the summer rain!" , and nearly my world stopped there ! There was a small hearth that barely warm the room but his hotness was pouring, he came through silent crawl and made his way from the small door and sat in my table's either side ,

"Valentina !" His snaking voice ,tied a silk ribbon to my neck, when he first time addressed me from my first name, oh ! It feels like homecoming, my adrenaline level had been raised, my hands were seizing and I felt like my whole body was under his ghastly devilish figure, his hazel eyes were having a kind of feeling which was out of my sense,

"K.!" I called him, and I saw a swift movement in his chest , he was again in the hoodie, long and straight, with the alluring testament .

"Miss, Lockhart ! Wandering in the shady lightless leaves, can be dangerous you know !" His overly tenebrous words were always a web of unknowns, I looked through atmosphere and gulped hard, but didn't answer him ,

"So ! You like Mendez ?" He bombed me with another question, while his expressions were more intimidating then his personality,

"Excuse, me !" I didn't know , what this man was telling me, but he had a charismatic effect on my each nerves.

"That song, which that lady on the stage is Singing ! Miss Lockhart ? Do you feel you are senorita ?' He searched for any kind of truth in my eyes and I was just dispersed, yes !I will be Senorita , if you would be my Senor, I just wanted to shout in his ear, but I lost my mind and my heartbeat was giving the answer,to which I just threw him a lie.

" I just fall for his voice, and um...I think for his charm !" I croaked to him, to which he just focused me with long penetrating gaze, those eyes are simile to magnetism.

"He is not the man you want , Miss Lockhart , your need is contrasting to your choice !" By this time he dragged his chair, and Tried to distracted me by giving a glimpse of his button down white transparent shirt and the small view of his abs,

As, I was about to protest, the waitress came with my Jamon drink , this was the hint I gave her , when she nodded away, it was all dark purple drink, I mumbled her thank you and Gave her a tip of 30 dollar,

"Did Monsieur , need any special morsel ?" She enquired and K. Seemed to detached his constant looks to her, he asked , "One Shades of evening !" , it was a drink ? Really , I didn't even know that it was some drink, and was served here, waitress jotted down the order and K dismissed her,

"You liquored , Shades of Evening ! K. Is it even a drink ?" I then made my question muffled into his ear,

"At least , It's not the cocaine ! Miss Lockhart !" He smiled for first time , which led to plopped two dimples on his manly man cover.

"Sorry! For the assumption, but pardon me! The way you pushed her !" I wanted to realize him , that what he did to Juana was wrong !

"Miss Grave, is not a flavor for seasoning , to Mr. Murphy ?" I can't understand him sometimes,

"You , yourself are not even the lemonade for anyone, and how did you know my name ?" This question constricted his hazel eyes to tense , and his hands curled to fist,

"I know only them, who interested me, but at same time , I don't want their interest in me, Miss Lockhart!" Composing himself to calm and cool demeanor , he battled his eyelashes,

"You are intimidating ! Mr. Roosevelt !" Now this time my answer surprised to him, I addressed him with his last surname.

"My surname is beyond your reach Miss . Lockhart , save it for later , " an amusing and Delphic threat to my chanting stopped.

"You are just an uncanny stranger, Mr. K, even your christian name is underground , what are you a Wuthering height?" He doesn't know me either, there are two people , both strangers to each other's past and stories are having an in immune conversation,

"Don't, make me play ,20 questions, as two strangers are already best friends to each other's soliloquies, " I m overwhelmed to his question and weird answers.

"Are you befriending me ?" Was my simple questions.

"Friends ! I don't make friends, and no one is going to have that privileged from me in very near future !" There was a mocking in his tone, His nature is obsolete , while his mouth shows no signs but his lips wanted to undressed someone's other lips.

"Because you are enjoying, privileges and think that everyone should remain under your dominance " now, it was a heated debate between us two ! He and me and this song with melancholy !

"You are tough nut to fix in gears!" His every words are matching his body language, he is leaning and then watching to Miss. Havana.

"Don't fascinate me with your literary skills, you had been already known, I m a harper without a harp in Mr. Murphy 's class!" I subjected him and he looked to the singer , Miss. Havana ,

"Doesn't she sings well !" He replied and cut my previous thought.

"Far better than my hoarseness !" I answered him,

"People are overestimated, over assumed and then they are neglected by their own fate, I may enjoy some goodness but I m trained to understand practicals, but at same time , my mind had been trained to be logical but without questioning Fundamentals, I don't challenge them, rather I challenge theory, they said , first experience then believe, to my thesaurus , I first believe and then experience, " he is either some bipolar or a verbose man with complicated theories about life, my Jamon drink ! At the end !

Then waitress brought him the vintage for which he had ordered, "The shades of evening !" Was a greyish tincture in form of liquor, he said it was not a beverages, but he was sipping it slowly, enjoying every sip of it, for sometimes, neither of us tried to initiate any rhythms, neither he nor me and I just stared him while his all focus was on his drink !

"Is it a Curacao?" I pointed to the grey color, and break the ice between us!

"No curacao can produced this drink, it only is available in this cottage bar, Which I always visit to Saturday night ! And today is sabato sera ?"

, he told me that curacao was not the ingredient so he comes here often to every Sabato Sera, that means he is an Italian, as he used , "Sabato-Sera ," an Italian word for Saturday night .

"Then , what is name of the ingredient which is used in it !" I demanded and he stopped liquefying his throat,

"(Blitum bonus-henricus)! " he answered immediately.

"What ! I didn't get what you said ?"

"Good king henry! Is the common name instead of Blitum bonus henricus,

is an amazing wild food that has fallen of the radar for most discerning health enthusiasts. It used to be grown as a vegetable in cottage gardens, although you are much more likely to find it growing in the wild as a 'weed' these days. You can cut the shoots off and use them like asparagus.

The leaves make a great addition to a salad or substitute for spinach. The one thing I absolutely add about Good King Henry, is that you can harvest the seeds just like you can with quinoa, providing a highly nutritious source of protein goodness. Simply soak them over night, then rinse and remove the saponins to use like you would quinoa." His long description.

"Well that's was very ..umm interesting ! It's almost 4 .am ! The bar is about to close and there are small no of people left, I should be get going now" I just shrugged him,

He nodded and after keeping the tip, he moved with me to outside of the cottage ,

"Miss ! Lockhart !"

"Yes!"

"I m not a murderer ! " he made me jolted with fear and rode away with his Ducati Diavel.....a devil with a mask