The two grabbed the shots off the bar, Adam said, “To the birthday girl,” Eve responded, “To new friends” taking every chance she could to make her mark on this man. Their rather large shot glasses finally made their pass at each other, and down went their Washington Apples.
Adam couldn’t just stand around. He was always moving, playing, thinking. This was his nature. So it came as a shock to Eve that after their shot he took off and went over to Erik and started punking around. He was so full of life. Eve, in all her prowess, stood there in shock. Was she just abandoned on her birthday by a guy? Not just any guy, but by someone who works in a lab, she thought? No, that couldn’t be right. She knew that he wasn’t just any lab geek, but she had to say those things to justify what had just happened to her. She watched him interact with Erik and their lab mates, and it confirmed her original thought. After a few obligatory moments with the guys, Adam returned to her side where he felt like he belonged.
The two of them found a quiet spot in Eve’s apartment where the party was going quite strong, despite the birthday girl’s absence. They engaged in conversation, and no matter what they seemed to speak about, they enthralled each other, and found some common ground where otherwise one would think there might not be any. It was quite the unlikely pairing. At one point they brought out their playlists, and compared notes, on which Sublime song they thought was best. They both agreed that 40 oz. to Freedom was by far their best accomplishment, but differed on song choice. What really got Eve was Adam’s taste for a small band and song that she was the only one who liked and knew; at this point, she was really starting to think there was something more to this guy.
The party was winding down, Eve paid the bartender and caterer for the small amount of work that he did. And slowly everyone was leaving. But nothing could take away from the time she was spending with Adam. It was if they were the only two people in the universe. After hours upon hours of talking about growing up, school, jobs, the stupid movies only they seemed to love, when there was nothing left to talk about, and nobody left at the party, Adam just started into Eves eyes. He looked right into her soul. He could see the real her. Raw, naked and exposed. And she let him. Self-conscious, Eve always looked away at moments like this, but for some reason, not this time. He stared into her deepest and darkest for what seemed like hours but was probably only minutes at most. And then he leaned forward and kissed her. A soft kiss on the lips. And she was all to ready for this, ever since the night had begun.
Eve smiled. She went ahead and in the cliché manner said, “Let me slip into something more comfortable.” She was all too ready to kick off her 4.5” fuck me heels that she had been wearing since 7 pm, and it was 4am now. Eve quietly and excitedly said to herself, “Mission accomplished” with a huge grim on her face.
They made their way to the bedroom. Adam grabbed hold of her hair and kissed her hard and they started making out. And it was exactly what each of them wanted since the beginning of the night. But Adam stopped. He said, “I want to, but I can’t…” He took a pause. Eve thought nothing good could come of this. A few moments later, he resumed saying, “I have a girlfriend. Well, a wife to be exact.” And just like that, Eve’s birthday was ruined with heartbreak of what could have been.
Never again could Eve bring herself to drink Washington Apple shots because of the painful reminder of Adam, and all the possibilities he stirred in her mind.
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