Noah sighed and swirled the red liquid in her glass. 'Lot of good you left me with...' She thought, picturing her ex-wife's face. She mentally took that image, and put it in her drink, gulping it all up and relishing the sensation of numbness spreading through her. "Ah..." She sighed. "What kind of w!ne did you get?" She heard a meek voice behind her as a black haired woman slid into the seat beside her. "Red. No other kind is this good." Noah set down her glass. "I'm Noah." "Ophelia." The girl, Ophelia, responded. She blushed a little and ordered what Noah had gotten. Noah, in turn, re-ordered the same drink and the two women waited in silence. "Tell me about yourself, Ophelia." She suggested. Slightly startled, Ophelia said: "Oh, I design clothes." Noah's eyebrows raised a little as she continued. "I actually made this outfit." She looked down at her clothes. "This dress is incredible..." She said, playing with a little bit of the material at Ophelia's shoulder. Noah's hand touched a bit of her skin and both of them flushed bright red. "Er..." Noah stuttered, her eyes darting away from Ophelia, who did the same. Just then, their drinks came and they sipped them, silent yet again. The bar was as noisy as ever, but the two couldn't hear a thing but the bIood pounding in their ears. "Truth or dare?" Ophelia blurted out. "O-oh uh... truth...?" She shrugged, quietly grateful for the topic to talk about. "You don't look like a single lady... are you?" Ophelia smirked slightly and rested her head on her hand. "Proudly divorced and single." Noah sighed, closing her eyes. 'Don't think about her. Don't picture her face. Don't think about how much Ophelia looks like her...' She thought. "Your turn. Truth or dare, Ophelia?" She opened her eyes again. "Dare." Ophelia said, looking brave. "You look prepared." "Well yeah, what's the worst you can do?" Noah's eyes glinted. "Ki~z me." Ophelia's face turned as red as the w!ne. "Wh-what...?" She said hoarsely. "If you don't want to... don't do it. But I have a sneaking suspicion you do." Ophelia scooted in closer to Noah. "Maybe I do." With that, she promptly ki~zed Noah, transferring the blush to her. When she broke away, Noah stood up. "Do you believe in second dates?" She whispered in Ophelia's ear, setting a piece of paper on the table with her number on it. The raven-haired woman clutched it, putting it in her coat pocket and smiling faintly.
Ahhhh I did so bad! And it's not edited... sorry!!
