With the fresh smell of pine and lemons lingering, I make three small circles against the hardwood top, worn down from years of doing its job, and whisper, “Make it shine,” with the last swirl.
I’ve spent long days and even longer nights in this bar. It used to only be the weekends but now it’s every day for almost three years now when the bar got passed to me. It should never have been mine at the young age of twenty-two, but life throws all sorts of things at you, and you just have to do your best to catch them. Yet another piece of advice from my grandma.
“You good wrapping this up?” Andy asks me on his way out. With his worn leather jacket in one hand, its creases matching the ones around his eyes, and his car keys in the other, the old man waits for me to tell him what I always tell him at 2 am.
“Darn right I am. Have a good night, Andy.” His gray beard leads the way as he gives me a smile. I’ve nearly turned away when I hear a sound of surprise come from him.
“You may have company,” he informs me with a raised brow and I’m already saying, “We’re closed,” from across the bar to the heavy front doors but then I get a peek of who it is on the other side.
Flip, twist, a little somersault happens inside my chest. His blue eyes meet mine first, even though he’s nodding a thanks to Andy as he takes his baseball cap off. His stature is dominating, as are his broad shoulders, when the man walks in, his boot steps taking their time and thumping right along with my heart.
Tall, dark and handsome, with a slight southern charm on his tanned skin. Jeans that look broken into, boots made for working, and a simple dark gray Henley stretched across his shoulders fit his frame and spell out my kryptonite. The man of my dreams is a real thing.
“It’s alright Andy… I think I can serve up one more drink.” Pulling out a bottle of beer from the fridge underneath the bar, I keep my eyes on the man who just walked in. In a deft motion I uncap it, the piece of tin falling into the bucket beneath the bottle opener screwed into the bar top and place the glass bottle down onto the bar, listening to it fizz. “As in I can open a bottle of beer. I’m not washing any more glasses tonight.”
I’ve made a number of mistakes in my life and one time my father said they could all lead back to my attitude. He laughed when I reminded him that it’s his attitude I inherited so technically they could all lead back to him.
Maybe I am no-nonsense, but when you grow up in a bar you learn not to take any shit and to know your limits. I’ll be damned if I’m cleaning anything else tonight. Besides, the man of my dreams is an IPA kind of man.
“Thanks,” his voice is deep and has a draw to it that I love. It echoes down into the hollow of my chest and I find myself raising my hand to meet the vibrations.
“Have a long night?” I make small talk with him as I tidy up the place. Technically we’re closed, technically I’m not working anymore, technically Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome shouldn’t be here.
In my periphery, I watch him fiddle with the torn edge of his hat before tossing it down onto the bar and taking his seat. “Long week,” he finally tells me with a heavy sigh. “Just got a lot better though.”
I pay his compliment back with a small chuckle that warms me from the inside and ask back, “Oh, did it now? A beer can turn it all around for you.”
I stare at him, letting his gaze sink into mine and feeling the longing and the heat there.
He only offers a boyish grin, answering, “Something like that,” with the bottle neck of his beer at his lips before taking a long swig.
“How about you?”
“How about me what?” I ask him, blowing a stray stand of hair out of my face. I note that his is long on top, just long enough to make it look like he doesn’t care. Like he’s just rough around the edges. I like that.
“Long night?” he asks.
“Always,” I answer, finally taking a seat behind the counter. My back hurts, my body’s sore, but we did good this week. I put everything I have into this bar. Keeping it alive and just like it was in every way that I can remember. It’s my constant, my life really. Everyone I ever loved has memories in this bar. So it can have all of me. I’m fine with that.