The Tavern

"Vielen danke mein Schatz."She smiled as she accepted the glass of lemonade from the little girl behind the counter, who grinned as she accepted the money.
(Thank you so much, sweetie.)
"Sie sind willkommen. Besuchen Sie uns wieder!" She beamed as the girl's mother smiled from behind her, and
Ophelia waved as she exited the small juice corner.(You are welcome. Visit again!)
Summer had arrived in the city. The road was bordered with lush green foliage that had frozen in the August heat.
Ophelia lingered in their shadows before allowing the sun's rays to warm her bare shoulders. She enjoyed the heat, but the shade in between provided her with the needed respite. She wanted to skip down the mild slope like she did as a child, but instead, she walked. It wasn't a tourist attraction, and there weren't many people walking on the blacktop roadway. She always felt connected to one place when she explored the back alleys where ordinary people reside. She could observe how they lived and how they went about their daily lives, and those people always pulled her closer to the city she was visiting. Ophelia had gone shopping at a few tiny local boutiques and purchased a pair of black slacks and a simple white shirt.Her hair was twisted up in a messy bun, her work boots were on her feet, and those pilot shades were on her eyes, and she felt alive basking in the sun. She'd stopped at a local cafe, eating a simple lunch and staring out the window at the few locals on the street. The street becomes a visual embrace to her imagination, with people walking, talking, holding hands, and linking arms. She unwittingly smiles as she stares at the passers-by. Her attention was drawn to a particular couple of people. A small girl tugged on her father's arm, a warm joyous smile on her face illuminating the way she walked with her father. She was rambling to her father in a little but excited voice, while her father strolled behind her, laughing and beaming. As they passed her, the small girl gave her a full-fledged smile, which she returned and waved at her.
Her gaze returned to her father, and as they walked away,
Ophelia continued to stare at them. After a while, the little girl began to run, and her father pursued her, holding her in his arms. Soon, he swung her in the air as her excited squeals filled the air, and Ophelia's face was graced with a sad smile, her eyes welling up slightly. She shook her head and headed into the cafe, where after cleansing her face in the little restroom, she took out the white shirt from her bag and slipped it over the tank top she was wearing.The sun was setting and the temperature was dropping, which made her feel chilly. After neatly tucking in her shirt and leaving the top button undone, she headed out to the city, which was now vividly lit up with neon. It's amazing how a city can transform from a warm, tranquil setting to one filled with lights, buzz, people, and life.
Evening comes to the city in the stillness of deepening blue, always illuminated, always awake, always with a pulsating heart. The city comes to life with music and light on the edge of evening, when there is still the strength of day but the gentleness of night. Each brilliant hue obtains its boarding pass for the world of dreams in the graphite-lullaby. As she walks down the lamp-lit sidewalk towards the bustling city, her soul is once again illuminated in a new light. People have begun to converge to enjoy and dance away their nights. On Friday nights, individuals leave their respective workplaces and return home to enjoy a hearty dinner with their families and spend the night with their loved ones who are patiently waiting for them at home. The couples holding hands walk past her, their laughter filling her ears to the brim. Girls are talking and laughing in anticipation of their night out, and in the midst of it all, she walks with a smile on her face, witnessing the city come to life. This was her solace, and this was the very reason why she loved flying so much. Being able to travel to new places, discover new cities, cultures, and people, losing and rediscovering herself in the midst of them.
When her legs were fatigued from walking through the colourful city, she entered a tavern. Her gaze roamed throughout the tavern as she sat on the bar stools. The tavern soaks in the mood of this good night, from the sluggish spin of the fans to the reclining light of eventide that will soon be starlit black. "Was kann ich Ihnen bringen?"
(What can I get for you?)
She turned to face the bartender when she heard his voice. With a smile on his face, he was rather endearing. "Warum überraschen Sie mich nicht?"
With a wink and a very prominent accent, she offered, and his smile widened.
(Why don't you surprise me?)
She sluggishly leans towards the counter, her elbow resting on the counter and her chin resting on her palm. Her gaze was riveted on the bartender, who expertly spun the bottles in his hands, occasionally glancing at her.
"Ein Jägermeister bitte." The heavy voice drew her attention away to her left,
and a low smirk coated her lips. (A Jägermeister please.)
The heat of her gaze drew the male's attention, and with a smirk, he cheered with a low voice, "Well if it isn't our Captain!" Her smirk widened at his remarks."At this point, I feel tempted to ask!" His voice dipped slightly as he leaned in nearer the woman seated on the bar stool. "Are you following me, Ms.
Jade?"He'd leaned in so close to her that she could feel his hot breath brushing on her skin.
She pushed him back with her palm firmly on his left shoulder.
"I could ask the same thing, Mr.
Reighs. I walked in here first. Just as I did when I first walked into the hotel suite." She stated with a raise of her brow, and his smirk deepened. "I just happen to be the owner of this pub and that room was booked under my name. So Ms. Jade, are you following me?" He asked again, and her eyes widened slightly. A hearty chuckle vibrated her chest and he raised a brow."
Seem’s like you have composed yourself from the morning. Because as far as I remember, you were flushed!" She asked in a low voice and watched the way his Adams apple blobbed.
"You had taken me by surprise, never in my life had I met such a bold woman like you! But I have composed myself now." He stated with a proud smirk."Good for you!" She uttered
as the edge of her lip curled up into a smirk. At that moment, the bartender placed her drink in front of her."Hier ist dein getränk, schöne."
he said, to which she smiled.(Here's your drink, beautiful,)
"Danke schön."
Her eyes widened and she moaned at the taste as she took up the glass and sipped the liquor. Through the corner of her eyes, she could see him gripping the edge of the bar. "Dies ist ohne Zweifel einer der besten! Danke!" She said(Thank you,) (This is without a doubt one of the best! Thanks!)
"Mein Vergnügen, wunderschön!" The bartender grinned and winked.
(My pleasure, gorgeous!)
"Könnte ich noch etwas für Sie besorgen?" He inquired, and
Ophelia raised her head to respond. But she was silenced when Onyx spoke up.(Anything else I could get for you?)
"Wie wäre es, wenn sie mir meine bestellung holen getränk, während Sie die anderen bedienen, die warten?"
His smile faded in the face of
Onyx's stern remarks, and he excused himself with a small bow of his head to prepare the orders of others. Ophelia's brow furrowed at his sudden sterility and change in attitude. She noticed him motioning for another bartender to come forward and serve them.(How about you grab me my drink while you serve the others who are waiting?)
The bartender quickly handed him his
Jägermeister, and as he sipped leisurely from the glass, he occasionally glanced at Ophelia, who sat silently. She quickly gulped down her drink and set the glass on the counter."Ich hätte gerne einen Scotch, bitte." She placed her order, and the bartender nodded and moved forward to prepare her drink.
(A scotch please.)
Onyx's brows were scrunched as he stared at her. She lifted her brows in question and shifted her eyes to him."What?" She inquired. "You shouldn't drink so much, Captain." He remarked this while sipping from his glass.
"And why is that exactly Mr.
Reighs? Would you like to elaborate?" "I think you shouldn't drink and fly." He responded casually.
"I'd be completely sober by the morning for my return flight to Hawaii." She reached out her hand to take the glass the bartender had placed in front of her. However,
Onyx's hand seized hers, preventing her from bringing the glass to her lips. He leaned forward,"If you were mine, I would have made sure you couldn't sit for a week for defying me, but you are not." He whispered and her eyes widened,
"
Maybe this is why I’m not. And I don’t like being ordered around.” She said as she picked up the glass in her other hand but his palm seized her hand once again. With a slight jerk he pulled her closer."You might be sober the next morning, but I don't prefer having my pilots drunk and
hungover." His voice was low as his slightly darkened eyes glanced at her slightly parted lips.
"What do you mean, your pilot?" she asked, the tip of tongue sinfully grazed her lower lips and his grip on her wrist slightly tightened drawing a hoarse breathy low moan from her lips. His breathing got ragged but he quickly composed himself, suppressing the desire to devour her."My pilot, who flew my plane, who would fly my plane, who works for me, to fly my plane," He replied casually, and she chuckled
"I'm not your pilot, just so you know! I don't work for you."
"You flew my plane yesterday and will continue to do so in the future. Captain Jade, you are my pilot." His voice was low while he spoke.
"I just flew you and your tiny plane here because it was requested of me.” She said and swatted his hand away and gulped down the scotch. He leaned back against the bar counter and spoke quietly as he sipped his drink.
"Captain, I'll see to it that your order is stretched to my liking." He set his now-empty glass on the counter and told her good night with a wink and a smirk.
"Ms. Jade, good night. Drink plenty of fluids and get plenty of rest. I'm looking forward to meeting you soon and like I said before, I look forward to fly with you soon." She chuckled and shook her head.
“Give me break, will you? I just want to go enjoy the time I have in Hawaii.” She said and his eyes turned to her. He hummed and leaned in closer. Suddenly an idea played in his mind and he suggested.
“How about I take you to Hawaii? As a friend!” At his words Ophelia chuckled and a smirk coated her lips.
“A friend?” She raised a brow and Onyx chuckled. Ophelia placed some cash on the counter and stood up.
“I think I’ll pass on that. Have a good night Mr Reighs.” With a smile she started to walk out of the pub but felt his footsteps following her.
“Why are you following me Mr Reighs?” She asked turning around and Onyx pushed her against the wall. A gasp left her mouth as her eyes widened. He stared at her face, memorising every detail and after a while he muttered.
“You are beautiful.” Ophelia raised a brow and Onyx smiled.
“I’ll see you tomorrow. Good night, Captain.” With that he pulled back and walked away. A moment passed by and Ophelia’s phone vibrated with a new notification. She took out her phone and saw a new email. She opened the email and rolled her eyes.
“Typical arrogant billionaire.” She grumbled and slipped her phone inside her pocket before walking away.
As he said, he stretched her schedule to his liking and she was to fly him to Belgium.