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“A lot of women and men, I guess… our generation - they don’t seem to think that way. If someone isn’t married, then no chains are on, apparently.”
“Absolutely motherfucking not,” I refuted this, quite incensed at the fucking ridiculous logic. “If you can't even fucking respect something as simple as a relationship, then how the fuck do they expect to respect a marriage?” His brows slightly raised at my outburst, making me realize that perhaps I was overreacting.
“Sorry,” I apologized and lowered my head, but he smiled instead.
“You seem to be quite passionate about this topic. I don’t think I pictured you as the cursing type.”
“I only curse when I'm pissed,” I said.
“Oh? Do you have personal experience with this then? Is this why you're pissed? Do you have a boyfriend? Have you been cheated on before?”
“No, I haven’t,” I replied. “I mean, I don't know if I have, which is exactly my point. But you know if I was …I would be fucking pissed.”
He smiled again, and it was just so beautiful that I couldn’t stop myself from smiling as well.
“A drink would be great right about now,” he said, and I let out a deep sigh in agreement.
“Exactly. Exactly.”
I expected him then to get up and go on his way, but he didn't. Instead, he remained seated, and so I was forced to look away.
“You didn’t answer my question,” he said, and I wondered which he was talking about. He repeated it.
"Do you have a boyfriend?” he asked.
“No, I do not.”
“I should believe you, right?” he asked.
“Of course, you should. I mean, I believe you and... the only reason why I even doubted you was because Victo—“ I stopped instantly.
He, however, was more than smart enough to catch onto what I had been about to say.
“Victoria?” he asked. “Why is she coming up again?”
I sighed because I had to accept now that I was part of the problem.
For a long moment, I contemplated telling him about what she had said and decided in the end that there was no point in holding back. The more things were in the open, the better I would be able to navigate whatever this was between us.
“You asked me earlier what she said to me when she came up to me at the bar,” she said, and I nodded.
“Yes.”
“Well, what she came to tell me was that you had a girlfriend. And that basically I should stop building castles in the sky.”
He stared at me, and then he smiled.
“You were building castles in the sky?”
“Absolutely not,” I replied. “I was simply minding my own business, and there she came yet again to bother me. She insisted that I was always seated alone at bars to wait for you to come speak to me and-”
“She’s not wrong.”
“And I was just so irritated by her that-”
His words struck like a gong.
“What?” I asked, and his smile widened even further, literally setting off a colony of butterflies in my stomach. I hated this; I hated this so much.
