I carelessly rubbed the cloth against the glass, watching a lot more people continue to poor inside. I shook my head. Don't these people have homes? It's 3 in the morning and they're still coming in strong.
I wiped my hands on my apron and leaned against the counter, watching a man about 5'5 in a black cap and leather jacket approach me. I set my hand on a glass, ready to prepare his drink.
I have seen him before. That's how often he comes to this place, I actually remember his face.
He smiled, "My favorite bartender. Lemme get the usual."
I cracked him a weak smile and went to fix his drink. His eyes burned a hole through me in the process.
I cleared my throat, "Here ya go."
He held the glass to his lips and sat on the stool, "Thank you, sweet lips."
I playfully rolled my eyes, causing him to quickly chuckle. "As if." The corners of my mouth eventually lifted to a smile.
"I've been coming here for months and still ain't catch your name."
"Zoe." I responded.
He smiled with a slight squint in his eye, "Zoe? That don't sound like you from here."
I shrugged, "Well, I'm not. I moved here almost a year ago."
"Oh." He nodded. "It's still a cute name."
"Thanks but I didn't catch your name." I continued.
"Just call me Jay." He said with much charm.
I smiled, "Well alright, Jay."
I seen his eyes lock with mine under the brim of his hat, "Aye, you single?"
"Yeah." I blushed, feeling him making an attempt to fabricate a pass at me.
I couldn't take him serious though. Did I mention he's here every night with a different female?
"Oh really? Someone like yourself single?" He shook his head. "Why are you even single anyways?"
"I'm not into dating. It just isn't for me." I confessed.
"Let me guess" he slouched, "a no-good, cheatin' man broke your heart?"
I let out a quiet giggle and shook my head, "Not at all. Almost all of my girlfriends when through a horrific breakup because of that. I promised myself I wouldn't let that happen to me." I shook my head, "These Compton boys are all a piece of work."
"Ain't everyone like that, though."
"Are you trying to get at something?" I felt myself grin a bit.
He flashed his pearly whites, "Look, I know you see me with these fast females but truthfully, a nigga is just trying to settle down."
I smiled, removing my apron. "Well, good luck with that."
He laughed, "Oh, that's how it's gon be?"
With a smile still wiped across my face, I grab my belongings from under the counter. "My shift is over, I best be leaving now."
"Let me at least walk you out, girlie. A pretty lady like you shouldn't be walking the streets at this time of night."
I graciously rolled my eyes at him and his cheesy remark, "Who said I was walking, Mr. Jay?"
We made it outside and continued to hold conversation, which was surprisingly pleasant.
"Well it's been fun and all, but I'm beat." I said, watching my feet in motion with him still beside me.
"Aww, baby girl can't hang?" He teased. "But it's cool. Same time, same place?"
"Sure, I mean I do work here." I laughed.
He smiled at me once more then went his separate way.
I honestly didn't expect him to be that cool. I guess it's true when they say; don't judge a book by it's cover.
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Compton at Night: Jason Mitchell (Urban)
FanfictionJason Mitchell, also known as “Jay” who plays Eazy-E in “Compton at Night” struggles to get with his desired lady whom wouldn’t mind trying a relationship for the first time, it’s just his rough way of life. She isn’t sure if she’s cut out for all o...