When You Meet The Perfect Stranger

It was a typical Saturday night with my friend, Kate, at one of the most famous bars in the city. A bottle of beer in my left hand, a deathstick in my right. Surrounded by smoke in the bar, all I hear is the loud music coming from the metal band performing on stage. Nothing was really special on that day since we used to go to that place ever since we were in high school. We were both into music, so we usually spend our weekend nights on bars watching gigs and the like.

I was feeling tipsy when I noticed this unfamiliar guy from the other table. He was wearing green on his top, a faded jeans, and a gray bonnet. On his side is a tattooed girl wearing shorts and white sleeveless shirt, who happened to catch me staring at her companion.

I stood up and look for my lighter all over my gray hoodie and black jeans' pocket. "Hi, I'm Joana! This is my friend, Kurt.", came a voice over my left shoulder as I lit my cigarette. It was a girl's voice, I am sure. I turned and looked up to see who it was. "Oh, hi there. I'm Xandra." I said as I hit the cigarette, trying to recognize the girl's face. It was the tattooed girl from the other table. The guy offered me his hand and I extended mine too, as if I was left with no choice. "Nice to meet you. I'm Kurt." He said and I smiled back, said nothing in return. I sat down trying to show them that they were both uninteresting. 

I opened another bottle of beer. Another one, again, and again.

"I gotta pee." I said to Kate.

She was busy having conversation with his new friend from the other table. I stood up and made my way to the comfort room alone. Everything's moving around.

"Are you okay? Need some help?" I heard a familiar voice from behind.

I didn't look back not because I want to ignore him but because I know I can't. I know something stupid will happen if I'd do. I raised my hand and waved it, trying to give him a signal that I'm all good. Someone held it. It was him, perhaps. I was shocked that I couldn't even move my feet. I didn't say any word still but I can feel my heart beating fast and loud like it's gonna explode inside my chest.

He waited for me outside the comfort room and asked me to sit with him on a different table. I am not sure as to why I nodded. All I know is that there's something in him that makes me wanna stay longer on that place.

I stopped drinking and decided to lit a cigarette instead. I can't help but stare at him. His thin lips, pointed nose, mysterious eyes. Damn. I've never seen as perfect as his face before.

"Do you always go to this place?" He asked as he opened another bottle of drink.

"Yes. Love watching gigs, actually. Bands in here are so good." I said, turning my head onto the stage.

I stood up right after hearing a familiar voice.

"We are Helena and this is our first song for tonight." It was my favorite band to perform next. Kurt followed and stood right next to me. I was headbanging and singing as they play one of my favorite songs. He wasn't moving beside me and I can see him watching over me. I wonder what he's thinking. The first song has ended and they were up with their next — one with a lower beat. I looked at Kurt and caught him staring at me, uttering the lyrics of the song. He smiled as he held my hand as if I were him. I didn't say any word.

The last band to perform's all on set when I started to look for Kate. Same old days except that now, I wasn't alone looking for her.

"Could we take a little walk instead?" he asked.

We went outside the club and took the long way home. We've talked about life and I couldn't helped but be amazed with his beautiful mind. We laughed hard as we try to recall our favorite scenes in a certain movie we both love. We've shared thoughts about our favorite bands, sang the chorus of a particular song, almost shouting its lyrics behind. We've talked about prose, poetry, and how I used to be a spoken word artist before. Told him my favorite line of my piece which I wrote at 2 o'clock in the morning, drunk and wasted at my granny's house. He had showed me photos of his artworks and I couldn't helped but be amazed with the one he made for his ex lover. We've talked about life and death including all those things that keep us alive.

In life, there's nothing happier than meeting someone who loves the same things as you do. It was amazingly perfect — the loud music that makes our heart beats louder, the dim light adding more drama to the scenario, hanged artworks on the club's wall, buckets of beer and packs of cigarette, the people around the place, the long way home, the stars and the moon above. Right then, I knew, he was the stranger I have been waiting for —  the man I wanna watch classic movies and concerts with. It was the kind of feeling that needs no explanation. One night you meet and you just clicked unexpectedly. It happens —  a plot twist, as they say.

It was supposed to be a typical Saturday night with my friend, Kate, at one of the most famous bars in the city. A bottle of beer in my left hand, a deathstick in my right. I thought nothing special will happen on that day not until I met Kurt.

Greatest thing that has happened that night? It's knowing that you two will love life more than yesterday from that time on.