I stare at my empty wine glass and run my finger around the rim but my extremely fun time was interrupted when a man is thrown on top of my table and it falls over.
I quickly stand up and try to move back but I trip over my chair, the guy who was thrown into my table rolls off of it onto the floor before quickly standing up. He punches the guy who threw him in the face making him stumble back and trip over a couple girls watching the fight like it was the best ting since sliced bread.
The guy begins to run towards the door but stop and pulls me off the ground and begins to pull me towards the door. I try and pull out of his grasp but he's a bit to strong for me to pull away.
"What the heck are you doing!" I yell once we get a few blocks away from the bar we were at. "Sorry about that, names Jackson." He says holding out his hand but I just stand there with my arms crossed. "Not a talker?" He says laughing and I kick him in the leg, hard.
"Ow!" He yells and I smirk a little bit. "My name is Anika, and your luckily I was about to leave that place anyways." I say and he shakes his head laughing a little. We both watch as a police car zooms by us slowing down when it reaches the bar. "We better go." Jackson says and I nod nervously laughing. "Yeah, that's probably a good idea." I say as we race down the sidewalk almost knocking several people over along the way. We stop in front of a quaint little restaurant as we try and catch our breath.
"Seemed that you were having a pretty boring night, allow me to buy you dinner." He says straightening up and gesturing towards the restaurant. I laugh and look at his face but nearly choke on my laughter when I see he's serious. "Wait, your serious. Well then I never turn down food." I say with a smile and he laughs a little opening the door for me. We head over to an empty table and seat ourselves. I would tell you about the rest of the dinner dear child but it was a rather simple dinner thing.
We talked about or jobs and hobbies. I learned he worked at a local super market and I told him that I worked at a retail story both pretty boring jobs.
Now after dinner I walked outside and was about to say thank you when he leaned in and kissed me, I was surprised for a moment but then I kissed back. When he pulled away he handed me a slip of paper before taking off.
"Wow, that's was a super cool story, where did you hear it?" The young child says and I smile. "That's someone I know very well met her husband." I say and she smiles as this story seemed to intrigue her. "Where does she and her husband live now?" The girl asks and I frown slightly. "The girl lives at a nursing home and her husband-" I pause and take a deep breath. "He died a few years ago." I say quietly. "Oh that's so sad I-" she's cut off when her youth group leader yells her name. "I have to go, but it was nice talking to you-" she stops and smiles. "I never asked your name, what is it?" She says and I smile. "My name, is Anika."