Love Will Remember **CURENTLY CLOSED BECAUSE OF EDITING, LINK TO NEW VERSION COMING SOON**

As I walked over to the bar, passing by the huddles of people all over the dance floor, I notice a girl. Long curled blonde hair swaying off her shoulder as she turns around in my direction, handing a guy his drink.

She stands behind the bar. Bartender, of course. Her smile warmed me up and the way her lips moved as she said something to a girl beside her...was intriguing. Her short top hugged her shoulders perfectly as it flowed down to her middle waist. Her navel pierced, I find out as the strobe lights reflect off the metal.

I find my self almost there, so I speed up. Finally, I get there. I pretend to be thinking of what I want as I sit on a stool. But really, I'm looking at her. Tight, short black shorts on her. Heels. Cute. She's..cute..for a bartender.

I could never find my way around a blonde, at least not in England. New York, on the other hand, holds thousands of kinds of people. All think different. All act different. None of them are the same. And I like that. But its hard to find a person that fascinates you, especially in such a large crowded city. But yet, I found one..

To be honest, I'm not sure what I'm attracted to. She's not fat. Nor is she bone. She's just right. Her hair's a natural golden blonde with highlights of white almost and dark shades of blonde. Her cheeks are pink as she smiles to people she gives drinks to. I then notice, I need a drink.

I lean my elbow on the counter and lift my hand up to get her attention. She stops her conversation with another girl and walks over to me. ''Hi.''She smiles. Her voice is sweet and soft and gentle. Innocent sounding.

''What can I get ya?''She smiles as she looks at me with her beautiful blue eyes that sparkle as the makeup she has on complements them. ''Just a beer.''I mumble, keeping my gaze on her face, preventing my self from looking further down. But knowing myself, I'll break that in a minute or two.

She spins around and skips off in to the left. I watch as she quickly goes in and comes out of a door. She comes back over to me and hands me the bottle. I glance at her hand. Her fingernails silver. A ring on her left middle finger. She seems like such a simple, but yet, complex person.

She walks away. Then I realize that she doesn't care one bit who I am, why I'm here, or what I'm doing.

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