Ensorcelled

I find the place comforting but a little crowded despite the few number of people lurking the place. The lounge gives that ambience of one's personal space. Plus the quiet sound of the music and the clinking of the ice melting on the glass of my liquor. 

There's my usual hobby of discreet observation of people. Listening to their mumbling and senseless conversations. I tried to avoid those eyes on me and immediately present disinterest to those who catches my glance. 

Except to one.

I never noticed her when she entered the room. Yet her body screams sexiness and simplicity. She dressed up like the others yet she stands out among the rest. Her eyes are beautiful. It gives me that haunting feeling for it exudes innocence and fearlessness opposite of her actions. I stared at her. Trying to meet our glance. But she's very self-effacing and diffident. As expected. Like a bird that's cautious to any predator. And by predator, I mean those ugly men eyeing on her and waiting for the time to make their move. 

I'm thrilled. A challenge I gladly accepted.

I went to a corner of the bar where she could see me and had another glass of jack. I looked up to her and caught her glance. I smiled at her a little. She never did.

She looked away but returned to my stare and hold it for more than five seconds. That's when I knew that I had her. 

She moved towards me and discreetly inserted a tissue in my palm. Sneaky. My thrill is amplified once I saw her number written on it. Which I called an hour later. 

She's compliant enough to go with me to my place. That's the only time I saw her sweet smile. 

"I thought you were with someone. The bitches were swooning on you." She said.

"All but one." I replied and winked on her. 

She smiled a little. Oh. Dimples. 

"Are you single? I don't want another case of navarro in here." she asked.

"If I'm not, you won't even meet me at the bar in the first place."

I never asked about her status. The fact that she was on the bar alone was enough for me. Unless she's a high-class prostitute which I immediately disregarded from my mind.

She moved herself to me and I complied in return. I kissed her soft lips. Let my tongue explored her within. Tasted her skin all over and down under. She was too game and too liberated to give the pleasure any man would want. And I relish every moans of desire and let myself get drowned at the scent of her skin. 

And contrary to the usual, the event ended as we reached our release but in some different way with a smile persisting on our lips. She kissed me and I spooned her up until slumber.

All I know is that she's ilocana. Knows how to cook. Eats everything except dinuguan and liver. She thinks maturely. She has a dog. She is educated. She works as a part of the administration. She's beautiful. And she knows how to deal with people.

Neither did I know that she was broken. Heart shattered from the past relationship that ended just weeks ago. That they were (or she) was still on the process of fixing their things up. That she's lost, whether she'd fight or let go of it. She doesn't trust guys younger than her. And she's not losing hope with the past love. That she was on the bar whether to think and/or to forget. 

And I am obliged to be her company, as her to me as we both seek escape. 

Amongst all other things to connive, it's always those two lonely souls who find each other. 

So much for valentines.