Page 2 of The Pucking Single Dad
Tony’s demeanor changed. His chest became more pronounced as he placed his shoulders back.
“Well, I told you that traffic was bad,” Tony stated defensively. “I couldn’t get a cab. I had a long, long day. What do you want me to do?”
He shrugged his shoulders and downed his whiskey and Coca-Cola. He flagged the bartender for another one.
“I mean, it is not like you are so fantastic anyways,” Tony said. “You have barely said a word all night.”
It was obvious that Tony was getting drunk. He could not handle his alcohol, and the situation was causing him to get mouthy.
“You haven’t let me get a word in!” Luna exclaimed.
“Hey,” Tony said with his hands up in the air. “Don’t be a bitch!”
Luna was dumbfounded. She did not know what to do or say. Suddenly, she felt someone behind her.
“Is there any problem here?” a man asked.
Luna glanced over her shoulder and spotted a tall, handsome man stepping in to intervene.
“I asked if there was any problem,” the mysterious man said again.
The unknown man looked directly at Tony. Tony shrunk back into his seat. It was apparent he was afraid. The other guy was twice his size. He could see that he worked out and was in better shape than him. Tony felt embarrassed.
“No, no,” Tony stuttered. “There, there is no problem here.”
“It seems like there is a problem, though,” the mysterious man calmly said. “I think it's time for you to go.”
Tony looked down at his newly filled drink.
“I haven’t finished my drink,” Tony shyly said. “Plus, I haven’t paid my bill.”
The muscular man approached Tony, leaned down to grab his drink, and downed it in one gulp.
“There,” he coolly stated. “Now, your drink is finished.”
The mysterious man reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He forcefully threw a one-hundred-dollar bill on the bar.
“And now, your bill is paid,” the unknown man said. “Now, you’re good to go. Have a great night. Come again. Bye.”
Tony knew it was time to go. He had gotten on the wrong man’s bad side. He was in no position physically to fight. He thought it was best to just leave. Tony didn’t even bother saying goodbye to Luna.
That date was over, anyway. There was no future there. He grabbed his belongings and stumbled out the door of the bar.
The mysterious man took a seat in Tony’s now-empty spot, drawing Luna's gaze. She couldn’t help but stare; the man who had just rescued her from the worst date of her life was strikingly handsome. His chiseled features and confident demeanor made her heart race, and she felt a blush creeping across her cheeks at the sight of him.
“Umm, thank you. Thank you very much,” Luna said nervously. “What is your name so I can properly thank you?”
The unknown man smiled. He was modestly dressed and wore a crew neck, a blue sweater, a nice pair of jeans without holes, and a baseball cap. His style was simple but controlled. Luna smiled again.
“My name is Hunter,” he said.
“Well, thank you, Hunter,” she said shyly. “Thank you very much for intervening. My name is Luna.”
The two reached out and clasped hands, their grips firm and confident. Hunter's large hand enveloped Luna's, leaving her both impressed and slightly overwhelmed. The strength of his handshake sent a jolt through her, causing her to squirm in her seat as a mix of nervousness and intrigue washed over her.
“Let me buy you a drink,” Luna said. “It is the least I can do for you.”
Hunter nodded. He couldn’t help but stare at her. She wore a red dress with a low v-cut. She looked mesmerizing, and her body looked as if it was begging to be touched.