The song trickled out of the speakers of the club, while the customers slightly intoxicated sang along to the lyrics, some of them pointedly singing to their counterparts. The man, broad shouldered, and with his curls brushed back away from his face sat at the bar, alone away from the hubbub. He drank a vivid pink drink as if he dared anyone to come and comment on the color. The girl in a very smart pantsuit, with soft booted heels walked up to him with no fear. She knew this man, or at least she had known him a long time ago.
“That is a very pink drink.” She said, her voice with a slight hint of amusement. The man looked over at her, giving her a once over before a smile etched across his face. It made him look years younger, this man who was three years younger than her, but who always looked much older than he actually was.
“Now you are the last person I expected to see here.” He said. She smirked at him before glancing at the bar keep who walked over when he saw her. “Natalie. It’s been awhile.” he said with a smirk of his own. “Deadlines. You know how it is.” She said smiling back at him. “Can I get your usual?” He asked. “Please.” Natalie said with a smile. Natalie leaned against the bar, turning her body towards the man who was taking every effort not to stare at her hips, even though he really wanted to.
“So how have you been, Bram. It’s been awhile.” she said simply. Bram smiled. He knew what she was asking, without actually asking. Where was Nora? Are you okay? Did you really break up with your one true love?
“I’ve been fine. I’m the one who should be asking you that. You never came back to work after the event.” Natalie scowled at my obvious evasion. “I never saw a need to come back. There was nothing left for me, was there?”
“I was there. You never came back even for me.”
Nicole Maharaj 