Eddie's PoV

I let out an embarrassed laugh. How could I have forgotten to introduce myself at any stage of tonight? I suppose I was a little out of practice with speaking to women, especially after being with Catherine for so long. A small pang of guilt hit me for a second but it was soon surpassed with anger for what she had put me through tonight. I'm not doing anything bad, simply talking to someone at a club. It's fine.
Sara turned us away from her friends and we began to head back to the bar which seemed relatively quiet in comparison to the last few hours. The stools were visible and all the bar hounds were now on the dance floor, like that guy I just had to warn. They all swayed around to the music, feeling the bass vibrating through them as the heat of the building seemed to increase once again. It felt even more busy than before, but that was purely by the amount of bodies on the dance floor. Manny was still serving people at the bar but stoped to offer Sara a wink as she arrived.

"I'm Eddie." I said, guiding her into a seat by the bar as I sat beside her. She smiled sweetly as she nodded, tucking a stray hair behind her ear as she responded.

"Well somehow you already know my name, Eddie." It was my turn to smile, shaking my head as I prepared to explain.

"When you brought me my drink, the bartender said your name. It's stupid but I really appreciated the gesture and your name stuck with me." She glanced over to Manny for a second, working out if that was true or not, but seemed to believe me. I wrung my hands on my lap nervously, wondering if I was putting her off talking to me by my stupid words and demeanour.

"Well, I hope your night is better than when you got here." She said with her lips curving up into a smirk. Damn that first impression she now has of me; someone who doesn't have their life in order and needed to come to a bar to drink double whiskies. I internally rolled my eyes at myself. She seemed none the wiser as she laughed, her shoulders jiggling slightly as she covered her smile with her hand.

"It is, thank you." I felt it too soon to say it was because of her that I felt better, that my mind had been distracted from the real issue of my stupid wife and her stupid spending habits and how our relationship was nosediving into disaster day in day out.

"So... what do you do? You strike me as someone who is a lot more established in his life and career than most of the people in this club." We both gazed around at the youth of today, drunk out of their minds on those 4% alcohol soda drinks that were so bright in colour you wondered what they put in them. I let out a breathy laugh.

"Is that your way of calling me old?" Her eyes widened quickly before she giggled, shaking her head as she held her hands out in innocence.

"No, no!" She laughed goofily, causing me to smile. "I definitely wouldn't call you old! I just assumed you're roughly the same age as me?"

"Well I'm thirty four, I'm assuming you're at least seven or eight years younger than me?" I spoke with such charm I assumed others would definitely think I was hitting on her, added with the fact she sat beside me blushing furiously only added to it. I was a married man, I really shouldn't be doing this, but right now in the heat of the moment I couldn't care about any repercussions.

"I'm thirty one." She responded softly, making me raise my eyebrows. That was a shock. I knew she was older than the teens that now frequented this place but she still looked so youthful and innocent. "What?" She dragged the word out as she caught me staring at me. I cleared my throat.

"Oh nothing. I'm just surprised, that's all." I smiled back as I waved Manny over. "A vodka and lemonade and a beer please." Manny nodded as he began to get the drinks whilst I paid, Sara sitting quietly beside me as she watched her drink being poured.

"Thank you." Manny added as he handed the drinks over and we both sipped them with caution, trying to impress the other person.

"So... what do you do?" I pushed, knowing that sometimes this could make or break a conversation and your opinion on a person. Catherine at first used to seemingly care about my job, always asking about the jobs and the contacts. Soon, the conversations became money focussed and as soon as my pay came in, it had gone to her crazy ideas of 'important' things. Never were these things we would share, but things solely for her. That had been going on for a while now, and seeing as she refused to work because she was born to be a 'trophy wife' she would not listen to me when I explained we couldn't live forever on just my wage especially when I got older - particularly if she was spending it all so I couldn't save any for a rainy day.
Sara sipped her drink through her straw quickly before answering.

"I'm a midwife." She said quickly. My jaw dropped open in surprise. What a job! Something so giving, long hours and caring for people throughout. It seemed to fit her so well. "You?"

"That's amazing!" I responded. "What a great job, you must love it! Oh I just run my own business, it's to do with building regulations. Nothing exciting." I sipped my beer as I shrugged.

"Nothing exciting?" Her brows furrowed at me. "I thought that'd be for me to decide." She smirked. "Running your own business must be thrilling though. It must be great to know that something you came up with has flourished into what you do full time. I feel that would be just as rewarding as me doing the job I do which I love and have studied for." I stared back at her, shocked for a moment at what she had said back. Even when I'd begun telling Catherine about my job she never said anything of the sort, never made it sound like what I'd done had been an achievement - she had always wanted to push for contracts which of course would relate to money. It was right then that I decided this terrible idea that had been sitting with me for a few hours now would be totally worth it. I needed to be with someone who cared about me and wanted what was best for me. This wasn't Catherine, not right now. This was Sara.