After leaving the studio she took a cab and went straight to her penthouse. Sitting on the couch her vision landed on the roses kept on the table. Looking at them felt like a reminder of his betrayal. Grabbing them she went to throw them in the bin. Sitting back on the couch by herself only kept on reminding her what went down in his studio. She needed to go somewhere. But where? Her best friend lives in another state, and the rest of the friends here are not really friends but just people she hangs out with, in college. They won't even care about anyone's sorrow, all they care about is the gossip, the tea. Sighing she picked up her car keys and decided it would be the car who would choose the destination.

Driving around she found herself outside a club. Turning the ignition off she went inside giving a nod to the bouncer. She went straight ahead in the VIP section. The waitress came in to give her, her regular drink, sex on the beach. Sitting there, sipping on the drink she saw everyone having fun. Some were there with their friends dancing their hearts out,some were with their partners dancing and kissing, not being able to keep their hands off each other. Then there were some who came to find someone to spend a night with. She felt even more lonely.

Keeping the half finished drink on the table she got up and walked outside to her car. This time when she turned the ignition on, she knew where she wanted to go. She drove fast to her favorite bar.

Going inside she let out a sigh, feeling dejected to see her favorite seat being already taken. Walking she moved her gaze around the bar to find a seat for herself, just then she saw the girl occupying her favorite seat getting up to leave. Seeing this she rushed towards the seat and sat there. For the first time in the night her face was adorned with a bright smile.

Sitting there she waited for her bartender turned friend, Mark to get free so that he could

make her, her drink. She saw him mixing the drinks while showing off his muscles. He poured the drink into the glass and gave it to the girl throwing a sexy wink at her. Looking at his antics

she couldn't help but laugh.

Seeing her, he came towards her.

"Thought you were going to your boyfriend's art place."

"I did go there."

"And something went wrong."

"It certainly did."

"Oooo I see an interesting story advancing."

"Well it's long too."

"And I have all the time." he said, placing his hands on the counter.

"Or maybe I don't, oh I see the old man staring right here at me", he said moving back and taking a glass in his hands to look busy

She looked behind her to see the owner of the bar standing and looking at all the workers..

"Oho someone's in trouble." she sang.

"What can I get for you madame." he asked, faking a french accent.

"A martini please."

"Coming right over"

He went behind and started preparing the drink, throwing his infamous smirk to the girls on the sides.

Rolling her eyes at his antique she scrolled through instagram on her phone.

"Here is your drink madame." he said, faking the accent again.

"Thank you sir" she said, faking the accent too.

"Wait for my shift to end, and let's go get dinner together. There you can tell me what happened."

"Yea, sure."

He moved to other customers and made them their drinks, flirting here and there, busy in his own world.

Sitting in the bar she drank her drink thinking about her plan. The plan that surely was going to destroy his name. She couldn't help the smirk coming on her lips. Suddenly someone held her shoulders, making her look to her side. A guy stood there smiling,

"Ashley?"

"No, I...I'm not Ashley." she said in a soft voice.

"Oh",saying this he walked back talking on his phone.

He was standing with his back on her, she couldn't help but admire his back figure. He has a good body, he looked really handsome too, she thought. Shaking her head she went back to her drink.

I'm definitely not getting involved with a guy anytime soon, she told herself. Oh and he has a date as well, she thought. But it made her bitter, she didn't know why. She shook her head wanting to get rid of such thoughts. No boys she told herself.

Even though she told herself to forget about it, she couldn't.

Slowly she moved her head to take a look at him, seeing him move towards her she turned her back in a flash. All the time hoping he didn't catch her, trying to steal a glance of him.

Walking back towards the bar he pulled a chair besides her.

"Did Ashley stood you up?"

"No it was me who canceled."

"Why would you do that?"

"Because my eyes met someone and it doesn't seem to want to look at any other."

Listening to him made her heart flutter, her breath quicken. She was dazed by his words.

"So you're the martini girl eh?"

"It depends."

"On what?"

"On my mood." she said in a duh tone.

"Right so martini is which mood"

"No idea." she shrugged.

"I mean it's just like today is my mood to drink martini, that's it, that's the mood."

"Ohh...I thought it was like today I'm sad I'll have a martini."

"What makes you think I'm sad?"

"Just the way you sat here, all alone."

"Sitting alone doesn't mean you're sad."

"No, the way of sitting, it does show the mood."

"So how was I sitting?"

"Your back was hunched, your shoulders tensed but laid back, your weight on the table, and when I called you, you seemed to be in a deep thought."

"What are you? Are you a psychology major student?"

"What makes you think I'm a student?"

'You look young."
"Well maybe I just don't age." he whispered in her ears. His lips brushed on her ears. He was so close she could smell his manly scent.

"Ahh right, you're a handsome vampire." she said moving back.

"Handsome huh?"

She said nothing but just took a sip of her drink.

"Are you not gonna order anything?"

"A whiskey please." he said to a bartender.

They sat besides each other sipping on their drinks.

"So what's your name?"

"Ahh right we don't even know each other's name." he said smiling.

"It didn't even feel like we didn't know each other."

"It didn't?"

"Why, it did?"

"I mean you came and asked me if I was Ashley,, so..."

"Yeah right, hello miss I'm Dave; Dave Anderson, may I know the name of this beauty." he said looking straight into her eyes.

She couldn't help but giggle at his statement.

"Yes, you may know the name of this beauty." she said pointing to herself.

"It's Roseanne, Roseanne Gracia."

"Roseanne" he said testing the name on his lips

"You can call me Rose, just like everyone else."

"What if I tell you I have a rose tattoo on my neck."
"No way!" she exclaimed.

He just sat there smiling.

"Wait, really!?"

She jumped from her seat and scanned him from head to toe in the search for the tattoo.

She craned her neck towards the side to see the tattoo on his neck on the other side, on his right side.

She went more to his side to look at the tattoo properly. It was beautiful. The rose, it's petals, it's leaves, the stem, everything was perfect. She touched the tattoo, her fingers brushing on his skin.

"You like it?" he asked, pulling her closer by her waist.

This is when she realized she was standing between his legs.

Realizing this she moved back and went towards her seat.

Taking a sip of her martini she nodded saying, "Yeah the tattoo is beautiful, It looks really good."

"I really like roses. All of their kinds are different from each other, so beautiful, so unique and so different."

"Ooo you seem to like roses."

"I do like them very much.I have planted a lot of those in my house.

Do you wanna come see the roses." he said leaning in closer.

"Like, at your place, right now?"

"Yeah"

Thinking for a second she answered "Sure."