What's so astonishing about meeting people at bars are the differences between everyone. Each story is different. Their looks, the way they speak, the way they walk, and way they approach you. I met someone at a bar once. I wasn't really approached. He sat next to me occupying the torn up leather stool and not even noticing my existence. I wouldn't have noticed him either if I didn't keep inhaling the strong Pepper Mint smell radiating off him. It wasn't bad either, it more soothing than ever. I didn't have a real reason to be here and my looming silent body didn't stand out. But, apparently me trying to hide the fact I was enjoying the Pepper Mint smell a little bit too much was showing.

He asked me if I was alright, all I could say was yes even though it wasn't the most socially acceptable answer, and probably quite rude. His hair was comb back perfectly like he has almost done it many times before, and like the color of it was a fantasy color. Not fantasy like pink and purple, no, more like the color you'd only see perfected in a movie or described in a book. I couldn't see his actual face, though I could see some hair gel placed in it like he uses it often. I stop observing when he starts to look my way, and i stir around the strawberry daiquiri that didn't even taste good.

I couldn't help notice a couple seconds later that his voice was soft but had texture. Every voice has a texture to it but this one was different. It made me curious. I heard him speak again when he called for a bourbon. He must really want to get some thoughts away it's eleven in the morning. But who am I to judge? I am here too. The sip of the daiquiri didn't help with it over flowing, and my mindless stirring didn't either. "Do you realize your drink is falling out the glass?" He asks. I make my eyes focus and stop and sigh. "Sorry, I didn't realize I was making a mess. Mindless thinking." I take a glance over to him, his face clear to my blind eyes because I had broke my glasses this morning. "It's fine. Besides, how many drinks have you had this morning?" I glance at the goopy pink drink and say, "I have had only a drink or two out of this one. Honestly it kind of sucks." He gave an airless laugh, but his teeth peaked out slightly.

I felt the need to take out my broken glasses. They were barley wearable but they worked until I could fixed them. He chugged the small glass, and lightly placed it on the napkin it came on. He looked over at me like he figured out how to hack the main frame. "Want to get out of here? I mean sure we just had the smallest conversation ever, but I feel like we are getting silently judged by the bartender for being here this early." I give a slight smile and lay down a ten and stand up. "Why not. Sketchy offer but I guess if I get kidnapped you'd be doing me a favor." He did the laugh again, but sound came out and the texture disappeared and it almost sounded better.

He put down a five and led the way out and we just walked. I didn't know where we were going I was just following. "Do you know where we are going because I don't." Well that's reassuring. "I thought you did." He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked at me as we waited on the side walk. "I'm just kidding. We are going right there." He pointed. An arena? "I have two tickets to a concert and don't have person to take the other ticket. Want to be it's new owner new person I still don't know the name of ?" I smile and say, "It's pretty early for a concert. Why me though, you just met me." He stood in front of me like he was about to tell me off, but the off smile and the scrunched up right eye told me he was thinking.

It led to a shrug. "I feel like there is something interesting about someone who sits at a bar at eleven in the morning accidentally making a mess of a strawberry daiquiri." That makes me crack a smile and want to get a better look at him. I took out the broken glasses letting the one side left and the nose part balance on my face. "I'll go with you. Just as long as I know your name first." He makes an attempt at fixing his already perfected hair with one hand and says, "Lake Bozner. But call me Carter;that's my middle name. Now what's yours?" Oh here it comes. "Dusty. But you can call me any other name you want to call me if you'd like, because it's more of a boy name than anything." He shook his head and i realized we haven't moved from the cross walk. "I like it." He responded and kept walking but he kept glancing back, making sure I was still
following.

I did and that's how we met. But there is always more to the story than how we met. He took me, a complete stranger only knowing each other's names and the drinks we previously bought, to his apartment until it was time for the concert. When we sat down on his couch and he asked why I kept following him when I could have ran and went back to my terrible tasting daiquiri I responded with, " I wanted to see what ever this is keep going." It did keep going. For the rest of the day at least. When we got into the venue everybody was rushing to get in, him attempting to hold my hand so we wouldn't loose each other, and sitting in our seats breathless with our hands still holding each other's like we were still in the crowd. Our smiles were big. The first real smiles we shared with each other. He pushed up the cup holder between us and wrapped an arm around me like it was nothing. We were both breathless from the chaos of getting in.

We both stayed like that for a while until the lights went down, the guitars went blaring, and the shitty daiquiri was replaced with a beer. With the different smells in the venue I could still smell the peppermint radiating off him. The break between the two bands gave us a chance to sit down which gave him time to say, "Having fun?" I smiled and said," Yes, defiantly.Thank you. This is awesome." He grins big and says," My buddy really is missing out. It's been more funner with you that it probably would've been with him." I look over at him, my half drunken beer in hand and say, "What, do you say that to all the other girls who you make follow you to concerts." That makes him make him barley sling his back head to laugh lightly, "Only to the pretty and the interesting." He responds. I smile and shake my head, biting my tongue to not laugh.

He does though. His nose scrunches up and his abnormally white teeth show, with his lightly tanned skin making his bright blue eyes pop.  "Will I ever hear from you again? After the concert I mean. You seem like a cool person to hang out with at a bar at ten in the morning." That made me actually laugh. "I hope you do. Because this is one of the best days I've ever had." The lights start to dim again and the  whole crowd cheers loudly. It's almost like the day went fast at the time and I didn't appreciate it enough. We did get each other's numbers, and had very few, but light, conversations. After those we didn't really talk. I did get a accidental text message once from him. But something changed one day when we got stuck in a elevator and me almost having a metaphorical heart attack with the smell of the pepper mint calming me down.

A/N

I AM BACK FROM THE UNDEAD.

How you'd guys like pray for the wicked?
My favorite is either Hey look ma I made it, King of the Clouds, or The Over Pass.

Part 2?

Have you guys checked out the Allie and Miles book yet? It's been out for a while (probably need to update like chapter fourteen but it's probably fine)

I'll update when I can! ~Nellythefangirl