She almost regretted it when she saw the horrified look on his face, cheeks turning red. “You think that’s funny?” Emma asked the quiet man gently. With the exception of the quiet man, who remained silent with a grin on his face. The group laughed at their friend’s misfortune. “Does that line usually get you very far?” She shifted her eyes to the quiet man, noticing many things about him right off the bat: the light brown hair, the matching eyes, the circular scar on his forehead near his hairline…
She noticed the group of four, including the quiet man, already looking at her. “Hey there, pretty girl,”Įmma turned her head to look at the person who had taken upon himself to say something. Leaning over the polished, wood bar, it didn’t take long for one of the boys to bite. His back was mostly to her, which was perfect because he wasn’t going to be the one to talk anyway. Emma excused herself and fixed her dress as she neared the bar, deciding to try and get the bartender’s attention from the other side of this mysterious, quiet man. It’d give her a reason to go up to the bar and see if she could get a word out of him. Which was why she was sucking down her drink like it was going out of style. Still, for whatever reason, she wanted to know him. And they didn’t seem to mind or think anything of it. That he left to the other men around him. He seemed to laugh easily and often, but didn’t say much of anything. So while these new friends in this new bar were interesting, so was the man at the bar sipping on his beer with what seemed to be a permanent smile on his face. It wasn’t too different from where she was from in Los Angeles, but she was having to adapt to her new reality. That’s how she got placed up here as a teacher in northern California. With the influx of children being born since the war, meant there was an influx of children going to school. This was a new development in her life - going to a bar with some friends. Emma looked over the rim of her glass as she took a sip.
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