The city is San Francisco the year 2018.
Of course you’d meet your soul mate on one of your worst days. She’s the bartender, i’m the annoyed patron whos had such a shit day that all i want to do is eat a fat burger and drown my anger in wine. The spot was recommended by one of my best friends Alex.
“This place is cute” she says as we rushed to feed my grumbling stomach.
“Plus you’ll love the bartender...”
I’m not hearing it.
I could give two shits about a bartender but Alex is a matchmaker and must find me a match! Great, hella enthused over here... -____- . We get to the spot around 5:40 and of course dinner doesnt start until 6pm because everyfuhhuckingbody eats dinner after 6pm. The hostess offers us a seat at the bar to wait for dinner to start and im pissssssed. I sit at the non elevated portion of the bar two seats away from Alex and Andrew (her boyfriend) sulking in the corner like a child. The bartender appears and is this cute little tomboy with the most adorable smile.
Ok Alex. Yes, this is my type but i cant see through my anger. She takes our orders with a smile and quickly comes back with our drinks. I take the first sip of wine and feel a bit better, the immediate satisfaction of a good California Cabernet. The bartender glances over and smiles while giving Alex her full attention.
Attentive. Cute. Another minute passes before she realizes there are two other people with Alex and introduces herself. Her name is Naomi. I’m still a grump but smile and introduce myself. They continue to converse and i drink watching Naomi’s profile as she speaks. She has nice facial structure, i want to draw her. Then all of the sudden she says
“ I’m going on break but i compt your drinks” then turns in my direction and says “ I hope you have a better day than the one youre having”.
what in the actual fuck. Is this a genuine human? We thank her and shes gone. Alex and i exchange a knowing glance and sip our drinks.
The clock strikes 6 and tables become available for dinner. We choose to eat at the bar. Duh.
Naomi comes back from break happy to see us still chillin. The night progresses and she gets more adorable the more she speaks! And so modest... “i make custom boards” she says. Ridiculously cute and talented? Pft. Then of course the topic of tattoos come up and Alex and Andrew start gushing about me, showing off their work that ive done. Shes impressed. I take her number to set up a consult later in the week. The best of the worst intensions in mind. As if the universe would let me have a quick fuck with the likes of a girl like this.
Fast forward to the consultation day
We choose to meet at a local artsy bar for a drink and a quick tattoo chat. Shes the only one there when i arrive, i see her before she sees me. She looks nervous sitting with her drink at the bar. So fucking cute! I approach, we hug and get right down to tattoo chat. 40 minutes in and we’re talking about Everything and Nothing. Her phone is going off, she has a work event to get to. Neither of us want to leave such good company so she invites me to come with.
The night progresses well. I meet the entire staff and get my ass handed to me in a pretend game of pool with one of her coworkers. Theyre like a big family, all walks of life drunk and merry together. It was nice to see, i catch her staring at me a few times and smile back. I cant even deal with this girl! She makes me a plate of all the free food available and proceeds to explain what each dish is. We sit on the couch a foot apart with stupid grins on our faces. Happy.
Its my phone going off now, i have a get together at my friend Sahrob's house in Bernal heights... i invite her. We catch a lyft to his place and pick up more wine. A bottle of wine and few cats later we’re sitting in Sahrobs backyard drunk stoned and watching the flames dance in the bonfire she tamed. Its a full moon, of course. All the feels. Sahrob mentions how we’re both intently staring at the fire, Naomi looks over and smiles at me, i smile back. I excuse us when i realize how late it is. I still dont want to go home and i know she feels the same. So we set off in search of tacos at 2am.
The sexual tension is palpable. We’re both mildly drunk and aware as all hell. I want to touch her but i dont. We find the taco spot and order food. We share a water, im wondering what her mouth feels like. She keeps gazing at me longingly, this is not a one and done obviously. I cant help but smirk at the idea of her internal thoughts which intern makes her smirk. So now we’re two smirking fools in a taco spot in Bernal heights at 2:30am in San Francisco and thats when i knew All The Things had changed.