Page 53 of Lilah
"Why don't we go to another place?" I question as he leads me closer and closer to Grey's bar.
"Because this one is the nicest looking one that I see in my line of view," he pulls me past the bench where I met Grey.
I narrow my eyes at the stupid bench.
"I don't like this place," I mumble although I know it's no use as he pulls open the door. I keep my head down, making sure that my hair is covering most of my face.
I take a peek at my surroundings and instead of the usual mostly cleared floor, there are tables spread everywhere and the lights are turned up.
My eyes find the door Grey and I went through and I clench my fists.
Aaron suddenly stops and I run into his back. I still keep my head down.
"Table for two?" a familiar voice asks and I squeeze my eyes shut in frustration. I peek up and the bartender guy is giving me sly smirk.
I need to leave.
I follow the sight of Aaron's back to our table and thankfully, we're in a back corner and not out in the middle of everything.
He places our menus on the table in front of us.
"I'll be back in a minute to get your drinks," he smiles before walking away. Slowly might I add.
Maybe I'm overreacting. Grey probably isn't even here. He owns the place, he can go do whatever he wants, whenever he wants.
"What's wrong with you?" Aaron's amused voice questions after noticing my head which is still down.
"I've had to sneeze for ten minutes, I don't want to look at the lights and it slip out," I tell him expertly to which he just shakes his head.
"I gotta take a piss," I scrunch my nose at him, "I'll be back Azzy, order me a lemonade."
I put my face in my hands and hold back from screaming into them. I can't catch a break.
"Do you want another moonshine?" bartender dude's voice scares the daylights out of me. I shake the table when I jump in fright and the salt and pepper shakes fall to their sides.
"Yep, white lightin' this time," I joke, picking the shakers back up.
He takes a seat in Aaron's seat.
"Grey's not here," his lips take on a little bit of a teasing smile.
"Well, I'm glad he's not..." I look at the nametag that sits on his black shirt.
"Jai," I pronounce the differently spelled word as 'Jye.'
He chuckles.
"Jai," he pronounces his own name as 'Jay.'
"I couldn't give a fart if he was hereJai," I almost pronounce his name incorrectly on purpose just to be petty.
"Tell him when you see him next that he can eat dirt and belly flop on the cement," I cross my arms.
"Are you sure you want me to do tha-"
"No, don't tell him I said that, are you crazy?" I scoff.
"I'm incapable of running away, so no," I add, he laughs, shaking his head and crinkling his nose.
