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Nice to meet you

you know those conversations you have, where you don't actually say anything out loud?

By anonanniePublished 2 years ago Updated 2 years ago 1 min read
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Nice to meet you
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The noise of drunken consultation settles down

In a smoke-filled bar with people too plenty

That’s when you’ll hear him for the first time

A laugh distinct from far too many

His laughter is what will catch you

In the middle of one of your own

He’ll cut you off as you're about to say the punchline

You don't get to finish your joke

Your cheeks flush and your brows furrow

Eyes trailing the crowd of plastered people

It's his careless voice that leads you right to him

You roll your eyes and think, unbelievable

His sultry voice is what tantalizes them

As they laugh, eyes lowered to his drink

With dear concentration, he prepares his next set-up

You can't help but secretly watch him think

His thumb circles the rim of his cup

He's seems the kind who always know what to say

With one last gulp, he looks up to his companions

A smile filled with arrogance, urging you to play

So you quickly say another of your own

Friends break into laughter and spit out their beer

You make sure to raise your voice along with them

A taste of ones own medicine, you think, as you cheer

And when you turn for another look

Your cover will be blown

For the man you thought hasn't noticed

Now rests his eyes directly on your own

Your eyes betray your instinct thought

Your feet suddenly don't work

As silence replaces maudlin murmurs

It's his eyes that tell you, I surrender

You stand up straight, you purse your lips

Head held high, brushing both your shoulders

His eyes light up and so do yours

He breaks into a smile and comes over

I didn't mean to offend you, he chuckles

You don't what to say

He gestures to the bartender for another drink

Leans himself closer, so you can't look away

Tell me something funny, you ask him

And so he stares into his drink

Until his thumb brushes your palm

You took away my ability to think

Black rugged curls and a five-o-clock shadow

Blue eyes that make you want to stay for more

You can't leave even if you wanted to

As he whispers, "I swear we've met before."

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About the Creator

anonannie

Writing has been an escape for me. Thanks to whoever takes the time to read my stories! I appreciate it. I am learning a lot along the way through reading others' wonderful creative stories and learning a lot about myself through my own. <3

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