It's time I told you who caused the rift between Catherine and I.
Becca, the red-haired bar attendant, having a banging body (Not so banging though, but banging enough for me to cheat on Catherine), there was something about her I couldn't resist, she had that look in her eyes that makes me forget Catherine whenever I'm at the bar.
We met two months ago, on the day I visited Catherine at her home where I found her boss dropping her off and she smiling at him, the way lovers do when they are about to say goodbye. I had already had a bad day, my job hunting hadn't gone well that day and I was looking for a place to cool my head off, so I thought of going over to her place and well, I was so disappointed with what I saw, maybe I took it too personal, maybe I overreacted, there really wasn't anything there in dropping your female colleague off at home and smile at her, I just wasn't having it that day so I turned back without reaching her home, I stood afar and watched everything unfold, I didn't even get closer to say hi to my woman, I only walked away and straight to the bar down the road.
There, I met the red-haired bar attendant who welcomed me with a smile. "Hey handsome, what'ya having?" She said, as she cleaned the pint glass in her hand.
   "Your strongest whiskey, please." I didn't even look at her, I just sat by the table, placing the file containing my documents on the table.
   "Sure, honey? You don't look like you can handle it." She said.
I looked at her for the first time and there, that look, that damn look that took my mind off Catherine for the first time that evening, her seducing smile on those cheeks, I couldn't help not fixing my gaze on her.
   "Is everything alright?" She asked.
   "Yeah, just get me something to drink." I replied, not looking at her again.
   "Alright, one shot of our 'strongest' whiskey coming right up." She smiled.
I stared at her again, the way she moved round the table, smiling at other customers and pouring out drinks without looking, she definitely was a pro. "Careful, it's gonna pour out."
   "Relax honey, I gat this." She winked at me.
   "How do you do this? How are you able to keep the smile even with the annoying noise around?" I gulped down the shot and asked.
She smiled and replied, "It's what I do everyday. You tag this noise? Wait till it's Saturday, when it's match day, the folks get so lousy and gosh, I wish I could shut them all up."
   "Must be so hard."
   "Believe me, it is."
   "What's your name?" I put on a smile as I asked.
She didn't answer, she glanced at me and walked away to another customer. I laughed gently and requested for another shot.
It didn't take long for my soberness to return, I stared blankly at the table with series of thoughts running through my mind, wondering if Catherine's boss followed her into the house or if she went out back with him, "Maybe I shouldn't have left, I should have taken control and shown her boss who her real man is. So stupid of me, how could I..."
   "Becca. That's the name." She interrupted my thoughts. I stared at her for a while, not knowing what to say till I said, "Were you thinking I wasn't enough to know your name before?" I smiled afterwards.
   "You're lucky. Not all men gets to know my name the first day they step into this bar." She responded, smiling.
   "Since I am riding on luck, maybe I could also know other things about you."
   "Don't push it, man. Name's enough."
   "We'll see about that." I smirked.
She smiled but didn't reply again. Watching her turned out to be good evening that day, I just sat at the table, making do with the two shots I had taken. I glanced at the men talking and laughing out loud by the snooker table, I also glanced at a couple (well, at least they looked like a couple to me) sitting by a table at the corner and most of my glances were directed towards Becca. She noticed the file and said, "So were you able to get one?"
I was confused, I didn't know what she was talking about. "Get what?"
She directed her eyes towards the file and back at me.
   "Oh. Not my lucky day I'd say." I bowed my head.
   "Can you drive?" She asked.
   "Drive? Why'd you ask?" I responded.
   "I could help you speak to those guys by the snooker to help you get a job as a truck driver."
   "Trucks? Nah, I'll pass."
   "Better than nothing to me. You could do it for the meantime till you get your white-collar job."
   "Seriously, I'm fine like this. Trucks? Definitely not me."
   "Alright then, good luck with your search."
   "Thanks."
I admired her effort in helping me search for a job, it's one thing that differentiates her from Catherine. I don't know if it was the whiskey or my right senses, all I knew was that I was attracted to the red-haired bar attendant that night and I kept throwing glances at her.

As days passed by, I patronized the bar often, not because of the good taste of whiskey but because of the woman that served it. Most times, I'd crack a silly joke and she'd laugh regardless. We'd talk and talk and I'd forget I had a woman called Catherine till her call came through asking where I was. Somehow, I was able to hide Catherine's identity from Becca whenever I was at the bar. We met at other places too, like the day we had dinner at a local restaurant not far from the bar, she refused to go with me at first, but I insisted and she accepted, she has also been to my home a few times.
The incident that caused the disagreement between I and Becca happened on a Saturday night, after I had had one too many shots at her bar and I became drunk. "Boy, you don't look like you can take a step by yourself." She said. She then decided to walk me home that night after closing. She guided my footsteps as I was walking zigzaggingly, and when we got to my home, she took me to my room and laid me down on the bed (at least that was all I remembered), but the next morning was different, I found myself laying on the bed with just my boxers on, she laid beside me with the blanket covering her and it looked like she was half-naked, having only her bra and panties on. I kept staring at her, she turned her back towards me while sleeping, I was trying to see if I could remember anything that happened the previous night but I couldn't. I glanced at my phone to check the time and saw it was past eight. I tapped her, waking her, "Hey, wake up. Aren't you going to the bar?"
   "Geez! It's Sunday for Christ sakes." She replied, not turning towards me.
   "What happened here last night?" I asked, looking curious.
   "I am tired, Daniel. I need to sleep, please." She responded.
I didn't say anything, I tried one more time to see if I could remember anything but I still couldn't.
While staring through the room, my attention was directed to the notification on my phone, I looked and saw that Catherine had called me four times which I missed between last night and midnight. The only thought that flew into my head that moment was the possibility that she visited last night, "Could she have come? Why would she call me four times? I need to go over and make sure she didn't discover anything." I stood up from the bed after much pondering and put on my shirt and shorts lying on the floor, there, another thought flew into my head, "What are my clothes doing on the floor? And where are hers? Did something really happen here last night?" I cleared the queries and dashed into the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face to make sure I didn't look anything related to hungover.
   "Hey, I have to leave now. When you're leaving, lock the door and put the key under the foot mat outside." I said.
She didn't reply till I tapped her and she said, "Okay, okay, I heard. Bye."
I shook my head and walked away.