I met Coleton at the Samwell Restaurant and bar, a small, intimate restaurant a few blocks from the court house. I stopped one night for drinks with my girlfriend Aisha. She and I have been friends for a few years. How I met her is a story in itself. But this night, Aisha told me that there was a man sitting at the end of the bar and he was smiling at her but looking at me. Finally, he sent a couple of Margaritas to us. The bartender told us that the man at the end of the bar was Coleton and he had sent the drinks to us. Aisha and I both smiled and raised our drinks to thank him. She and I continued to talk, but every now and then I would catch him looking at me. He got up to leave and then walked over to say a formal hello to us. He said, “Ladies, you look beautiful tonight.” Of course, we said, “Thank You” and he went on his way. But to my surprise, he gave the bartender, John a business card and told him to …show more content…
All that talk about how nice we both look was just polite chatter. He has his eyes on you.” I told Aisha that I was too busy with work to be worried about dating and she said, “Right!” I held onto the card for a few days and I was going to toss it but something told me to phone the number. I called and as they say, “the rest is history.” Since then, we talk several times a day and I am deeply in Love with Coleton Morris. Coleton isn’t married but he does have a girlfriend who he adores. He is always talking about how she takes care of business and he told me about the way they met. I pretended to be interested but I really didn’t care how he met her. It really didn’t matter to me. He also volunteered that his girlfriend has two young sons from a prior marriage. For the life of me, I can’t understand how a man can be in love with two women but I know Coleton loves his girlfriend Diana, but that doesn’t bother me because when we get together he shows me he loves me in every
Evan took a seat at the bar and began casing the place. He ordered himself a beer when the foolishly dressed bartender
We had always been together before. Henry and Lyman. But he was such a loner now that I didn’t know how to take it. So I jumped at the chance one day when Henry seemed friendly. It’s not that he smiled or anything.
Sighing, the new barmaid kept walking until she got to the tavern. She pushed the door and entered. The poor girl stood there awkwardly earning a few glances from the clients as looked down and approached the counter. Immediately, a man, presumably in his forties, came from behind the bar and stood in front of the shy young
Jones asked him about his home as they ate, he went quitter than usual and said he was sorry, but he wanted some suede as she said all he had to was ask he had a hard time believing this, but she gave him 20 dollars to buy him shoes and other things but the main thing she noticed was he never said goodbye but as she walked back in he said thank you m’am to
said "we better start walking down the road to find a place to stay". As that night was
I slowly looked around the table to see if anyone enjoyed their story as much as I did. I stopped at Abuelo. He his big green eyes were looking straight at me. He had this look on his face, like he wanted some approval. I tried to show him my thanks, while also my
Two tables away from us, sat two young men. One had short black hair and big circle glasses, I liked him, and the other had dark brown hair and looked like he was trying to grow a mustache. They caught our gaze. We
I think about it for a moment. "Thanks for the offer babe, but I'd rather fly this one solo" I reply to him.
"A drink sounds good." When they entered, it was filled with mostly jocks, who stood around a smiling, brown-haired male, approximately twenty years of age, with broad shoulders, and the dazzling green eyes, and chiseled good looks of a Hollywood film star; joint hanging out one corner of his mouth, tapping a keg, and handing out plastic mugs of beer. Preston turned to Sofia, and raised a brow, as if to ask if she knew who he, but the question was answered by the stranger
Every student is excited when school starts. New classes, new backpacks, new clothes, and seeing all your friends is a part of this excitement. The first few weeks are new; no homework, plenty of free time, etc. But after two or three months, school isn’t cool anymore. The homework piles up, the tests are being printed, but how much stress can you take before it’s too much?
People everywhere go through a lot of different experiences in their lives. These experiences could vary in importance, but all such experiences take a part in shaping a person. In my life I have gone through many experiences which shaped me in certain ways: some good, some bad. The experience I wish to reflect upon is one which taught me a good lesson. This experience which I would like to reflect on, taught me patience and gave me a lesson which I was able to learn from.
It was just for a second that we exchanged eyes. He stared at me and I stared at him. Then suddenly a chill went into our spines; we both put our eyes down acting like we had seen each other for the very first time, while we were roommates, well at least for ten days. I couldn’t blame him for that and neither could he blame me. Situations were same for all of us-more than fifty people-living together there and sharing the same schedule.
But I could hear his voice, he was talking to different people at the table introducing himself, I don’t think he knew anybody except of our friend in common – Katherine. When it was about to be my turn to introduce myself, to my surprise, I felt my heart beating so fast, so I can barely breath. He was sitting on my left, there was a girl sitting between us also Anastasiia. She introduced herself as AnastaZia (with Z), I said: “well, I have the same name but with a different pronunciation AnastaSiia (with S)”. Then he suddenly turned to me and said: “well, Anastasiia with S….”, I looked him in the eyes and I felt there’s been this spark between us. I didn’t realize, but at that very moment my subconscious mind already made a decision to fell in love. We’ve been together ever since…
“Keep them coming, Art,” he spoke across the bar. The bartender poured more of the brown liquid into his glass. He tilted it towards Art as if he were toasting to something, then took a sip. As it hit his mouth, his lips curled and he swallowed, the glass still clutched in his hand.
Small talk is rarely an ending, but is quite often a beginning. In his house, small talk was always the beginning. Never did he neglect to make his guests comfortable, and never did he fail to. A smile, a friendly nod, an intrigued “oh?” - all the right cues at all the right moments. A visit to him was unlike a visit to anywhere else, in that it was reminiscent of a visit to everywhere else.