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is that everyone acts like one big family.
People had tried to get to know Kenna more than once, but Kenna had spurned them. She just couldn’t bear losing another family. So now they only mildly regarded her. They smiled at her and treated her friendly enough. Kenna knew most of their names, though. She knew the bartender was Solomon Riff and that he owned the place. She knew that he lived upstairs with his wife and two kids, who were both under five.
Kenna knew that the couple fighting next to her fought at least once a week, about the same thing: The girl’s cheating. Kenna knew that they would makeup and the girl would cheat again, with the guy across the tavern who was currently watching the couple fight.
Kenna knew these people, even if she tried not to.
“Hello there. Can I buy you a drink?”
Kenna turned to the voice and was surprised by an unfamiliar face. It was a man, probably early-twenties, so just a little older than her. He had skull-shaved dark hair and hazel eyes. Kind eyes, Kenna thought. He wore a half smile on his face that softened his features but the rest of him was hard. Hard muscle and hard jaw.
Kenna gestured to her beer. “I already have one.” The man was gorgeous, but Kenna didn’t get to know people. She didn’t date, for obvious reasons.
“Well, then,” The man said with a slight southern accent. “Could I get your name?”
Kenna eyed him. Giving him her name couldn’t hurt, right? “My name is Kenna.”
“Nice to meet you Kenna,” The man said, smiling. He gave her his hand to shake. “I’m Butch Ward.”
“Nice to meet you Butch.” Kenna smiled and went back to her beer. Maybe in another life her and Butch could have been something.
She was something else. Butch watched her from across the bar, sitting next to the fire and drinking her beer alone. There was something in her, a certain reserved sadness, that drew her to him. Butch watched her as she watched everyone else. She was observant. She was smart.
She was beautiful, too. She had long, blonde hair that was wet with snow and her face was impeccably fresh. The only rouge on it was the red from the cold. It had been a long time since Butch had seen a grown woman without makeup, but here was one in the wild. She was dressed in all black. It almost looked like she was mourning someone or something. She drank, taking occasional sips of her beer as she stared at the fire.
Butch was mesmerized.
He’d come to the bar with Alec and Jose to celebrate finishing basic and being out on their own. Butch couldn’t focus on his friends anymore, though. Their voices drifted away and all he could see was the blonde woman in black.
“Dude, just go for it.”
Butch shook his head, turning to Alec. “What?”
“You’ve been staring at that chick for like twenty minutes. Either paint a picture of her or ask her out.” Jose nodded in agreement. “If you don’t, me or Jose will.”
That got Butch moving. If anyone was asking this woman out, it was Butch. When Butch approached her she seemed surprised. That shocked him. She was easily the most beautiful woman in the place, how could she be surprised someone was approaching her? Surely people approached her every ten minutes.
When she rejected him it wasn’t with malice or the coldness that most women had rejected him before, it was with sadness. It was as if she had wanted to say yes, but something held her back. It was because of that sadness that Butch pressed. He wanted to know this woman in anyway he could.
“I’m Kenna,” She’d said. Kenna . It was a beautiful name to fit a beautiful woman. The way she gave her name almost sounded frightened. Everything about this woman was peculiar. She held herself with confidence and almost fight, but when she spoke it was with fear and when she looked at him it was with sadness.
Butch told her his name and she smiled. She turned away as if ending the conversation. The conversation wasn’t
People had tried to get to know Kenna more than once, but Kenna had spurned them. She just couldn’t bear losing another family. So now they only mildly regarded her. They smiled at her and treated her friendly enough. Kenna knew most of their names, though. She knew the bartender was Solomon Riff and that he owned the place. She knew that he lived upstairs with his wife and two kids, who were both under five.
Kenna knew that the couple fighting next to her fought at least once a week, about the same thing: The girl’s cheating. Kenna knew that they would makeup and the girl would cheat again, with the guy across the tavern who was currently watching the couple fight.
Kenna knew these people, even if she tried not to.
“Hello there. Can I buy you a drink?”
Kenna turned to the voice and was surprised by an unfamiliar face. It was a man, probably early-twenties, so just a little older than her. He had skull-shaved dark hair and hazel eyes. Kind eyes, Kenna thought. He wore a half smile on his face that softened his features but the rest of him was hard. Hard muscle and hard jaw.
Kenna gestured to her beer. “I already have one.” The man was gorgeous, but Kenna didn’t get to know people. She didn’t date, for obvious reasons.
“Well, then,” The man said with a slight southern accent. “Could I get your name?”
Kenna eyed him. Giving him her name couldn’t hurt, right? “My name is Kenna.”
“Nice to meet you Kenna,” The man said, smiling. He gave her his hand to shake. “I’m Butch Ward.”
“Nice to meet you Butch.” Kenna smiled and went back to her beer. Maybe in another life her and Butch could have been something.
She was something else. Butch watched her from across the bar, sitting next to the fire and drinking her beer alone. There was something in her, a certain reserved sadness, that drew her to him. Butch watched her as she watched everyone else. She was observant. She was smart.
She was beautiful, too. She had long, blonde hair that was wet with snow and her face was impeccably fresh. The only rouge on it was the red from the cold. It had been a long time since Butch had seen a grown woman without makeup, but here was one in the wild. She was dressed in all black. It almost looked like she was mourning someone or something. She drank, taking occasional sips of her beer as she stared at the fire.
Butch was mesmerized.
He’d come to the bar with Alec and Jose to celebrate finishing basic and being out on their own. Butch couldn’t focus on his friends anymore, though. Their voices drifted away and all he could see was the blonde woman in black.
“Dude, just go for it.”
Butch shook his head, turning to Alec. “What?”
“You’ve been staring at that chick for like twenty minutes. Either paint a picture of her or ask her out.” Jose nodded in agreement. “If you don’t, me or Jose will.”
That got Butch moving. If anyone was asking this woman out, it was Butch. When Butch approached her she seemed surprised. That shocked him. She was easily the most beautiful woman in the place, how could she be surprised someone was approaching her? Surely people approached her every ten minutes.
When she rejected him it wasn’t with malice or the coldness that most women had rejected him before, it was with sadness. It was as if she had wanted to say yes, but something held her back. It was because of that sadness that Butch pressed. He wanted to know this woman in anyway he could.
“I’m Kenna,” She’d said. Kenna . It was a beautiful name to fit a beautiful woman. The way she gave her name almost sounded frightened. Everything about this woman was peculiar. She held herself with confidence and almost fight, but when she spoke it was with fear and when she looked at him it was with sadness.
Butch told her his name and she smiled. She turned away as if ending the conversation. The conversation wasn’t
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