“How does it end?”
“What?” Joel looked up into a pair of bright green eyes. As bright as eyes could be in this dim setting. As bright as neon beer signs.
“The book you’re writing…how does it end?”
Joel couldn’t believe he hadn’t even noticed the beauty sitting next to him at the bar for what must have been quite some time. Although the jukebox was playing Foreigner’s “Cold As Ice” loudly in the background, he never heard the stool scrape, or the drink ordered that was now sitting in front of her.
The two stared at each other for what Joel felt to be an eternity, coming back to reality he looked down at the bar and set down his pen. “Oh! This is just my journal,” grateful for the lack of lighting masking his blush.