18 - Not a Date

Ava

Alright, I’m jealous. I’m jealous and it’s completely ridiculous because Kylar has been the one trying to get close, and I’ve been the one putting up boundaries. Luca ushers me over to a booth and I slide in. Eclipse is busier than I expected, there are about a dozen other patrons. some younger guys hustling at the pool table, laughing as they swing the cue back and forth.

There’s an older couple sit chatting away in the back, eyes locked on one another. Mates, I assume, because they’re comfortable, happy. Two women, maybe in their early thirties stand beside the retro jukebox, taking it in turns to select songs. Luca slides into the seat opposite me, hands laid out on the table, watching the bar over my shoulder.

‘So this is Eclipse?’ I look around. It’s an older building, and the wooden floors are bit sticky. It’s got dark paint on the walls and ceiling, bringing the space in and lending to a more intimate atmosphere than most dive bars. Because it definitely has that edge.