Chapter:-7

Adom doesn’t know what he expects, maybe he wanted to feel some kind of accomplishment, as if he had won over this random stranger. But what he gets in return is the other guy laughing happily in his face. Adom leans back a little, startled. The guy rubs a hand down his face, eyes finding Adom before he follows him and leans in. “Then...what should I do to be forgiven?” Adom feels the man place one hand around Adom, holding onto the beer bottle.  

The surprise wears off fast, Adom staring into the man’s eyes. His hand feels warm on top of his own. His eyes are brown, staring at Adom before they flit down to Adom pink lips. It’s only a second, then they’re back to watching Adom eyes, searching and seeking.  

Adom doesn’t know how he expected this day to end but he had never imagined this. He’s tired, and drunk. His shirt is still wet from the spilled beer, sticking to his chest. He can’t remember the last time someone has looked at him the way this man is right this second. Like he’s hungry for him. Starved.  

The longer he looks into this man’s eyes the drunker he feels. Like he’s falling into a deep abyss. A never-ending depth, swirls of chocolate brown swallowing him whole. The man takes a small step closer; his other hand comes up to rest on Adom back. If Adom were a lesser man, he might have felt trapped, vulnerable even. But instead he strangely feels calm, like the noise around him has been muffled into a small whir. The thoughts in his head, silenced. Like his worries, doubts and misfortune from the day has vanished into a dark vacuum.  

Adom doesn’t know what does it, but staring into this man’s eyes seems to have made his night go from horrible to bearable. He takes his hand out from beneath the other’s and grabs his briefcase from beneath his feet. “Let's go,” is all Adom says, not wanting to break eye contact. He stumbles a little when getting off of his stool but manages not to make it obvious. He grabs the man’s hand, still resting on the bar, and starts to head towards the exit.