"What the fuck you looking at man!" I snapped without thinking, acting as though I wasn't still  choking on my drink looking like i'm dying. This night was meant to be for me to celebrate, not for me to be conscious about the fact there is someone i've met before round here.

I ignored the fact i was coughing like mad and ordered another one of my usuals; Blue Lagoon Cocktail. Although I was drunk, I could still feel a pair of inquisitive eyes on me. I slowly turned to the side again and there he was; analysing me. He started at my eyes and started scanning all the way down to my legs, then back up to my eyes again. What the hell is this guy's issue?? Am I the one drunk or is he?? He only ordered a mocktail, so clearly its me.

HIS POV:

She keeps asking me why I keep staring at her; the answer is that I have no idea. She feels like something i'm meant to work out- like a puzzle. Like a mystery. There is a whole hidden story in those eyes of hers. My interest in psychology always gets the best of me, I've studied multiple cases as a hobby but this girl... I feel like it's my duty to understand her; to know about her. I didn't even know she comes here, but now I know I should-

"AYO Chocolate Labrador what the hell are you looking at me like that for?" She barked.

I know it's loud in here but I swear I didn't mishear that... chocolate labrador? me? I watched her blankly, watching her take more gulps of her drink. That ought to be her sixth round. I wonder why she drinks alcohol... many people drink due to many different reasons: for fun, to run away from their problems or to feel numb. I feel like she might fit in that last category. I turned away from her for a few seconds and then turned back, only to jump as i was faced by two dilated big eyes that were struggling to focus on mine. She reminded me of a black cat; a mystery, unknown whether they're good or bad. She was so close to me that i could smell her perfume- a sweet sort of vanilla bean scent with an added florescent aura.

"Are you fucking deaf?! For the fifth time... why the hell are you looking at me like that?" She spoke whilst losing her balance and using the side of the bar table for support.

"Oh I'm sorry... I thought I recognised you." That was true- I do recognise her. Ever since the first encounter I've had with her, I couldn't stop replaying it. I couldn't stop analysing her because I've never encountered a woman like her before.  I saw so much suffering in those eyes the first time ours locked. Even now, I'm looking at her big eyes that reflect a question mark.

"Yes, I'm that goddamn girl you pushed over and yes I then passed out on you... Ab khush?"
Neither do I know her name and nor does she know mine, but i'll find out. I've always been a strong empath and i can feel that this girl is bottling so much up and is ignoring it through doing things like drinking.

This is where my 2 year psychology course will come in handy- I want to help her.