Gateway

I go upstairs in my room and set the suitcase on the floor. I pull my backpack off my shoulder and throw it in the armchair. The room is quiet and cold, my breath suddenly envelopes the air in the room, and I am thinking if I should remove my coat and my shoes, or just keep them on.

The radiators are warming up slowly, making a water sloshing noise, through the pipes. I am standing in my heels, wrapped up in my designer coat and looking in the mirror across the room. A cocky smile pulls up on my lips, I look damn fine to just be sitting here alone. Under my coat, this black slim line dress, falling just bellow my knees, is hugging my curves beautifully. The boat neck detail, hides my chest but at the back, reveals just enough skin to make you wonder. The opening at the front displays my gorgeously toned skin and the black heels, create the illusion of long, slim, interminable legs.

My hair is pulled in an elegant bun at the nape of my head and a few strands of blonde hair are framing my now perfect face. I was beautiful before, but after getting under the knife, now I look different. I look like a magazine cover girl, with a loaded bank card and impressive career. Few know how hollow I am on the inside though, a shell of what I used to be, a body moving forward with no identity, or past.

I reapply the red bright lipstick, that I had in my purse, then swiftly turn on my heels and close the door behind me. I make my way downtown to this bar called Gateway. The music could be heard from a block away and as soon as I get up close, a row of trucks are lined up in front.

I make my way in through the double doors and look around at the crowd. A mix of people are enjoying themselves on the loud music with drinks in their hands. The vibe is cool and relaxed. Laughter and the sound of pool balls hitting each other, mix with the country music, that burst through the speakers. The bar is long and styled in a modern countryside design and a hot bartender, shakes a drink mixer in his strong muscular arms.

My lips curve into a sexy smile, I spot an empty seat by the bar and I'm slowly approaching it, while I adopt a mysterious and seductive attitude. Planing my next move in my head, I gently lift myself up on to the bar stool.

My hazel eyes lock on to the bartender's body and wait with anticipation, for him to notice me. Only two seconds later, he lifts his eyes looking up straight at me and absorbs my entire body. His smile turns into a cocky grin and he gets closer.

"Evenin' beautiful, what can I get you?"

My eyes run all over his body, making him aware that I am definitely checking him up.

"Well I don't know... what do you think I should have?" I say, in a sleek seductive voice. His grin turns wider and lust starts to form into his eyes. He is wearing a pair of dark jeans and a tucked black shirt. The top three buttons are undone, revealing a little of his chest hair, with the sleeves rolled up his arms.

He lets out a soft chuckle and says "You look sweet like a strawberry... so what about a strawberry daiquiri then?"

I smile, blinking my long eyelashes slowly at him, parting my full red lips I say.

"That sounds perfect!" He pulls another satisfied grin on his lips and starts preparing my cocktail. I watch him closely until, he turns and leaves the bar, to get something.