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smiling a toothless grin. I gave him a quick nod of my head before stepping over the tobacco to make my way inside. The instant I opened the wooden door, the sound of a banjo shrieked through my ears. I’ll pretty much listen to any type of music, except country, that shit is as lame as it comes. The whole inside of the bar matches the outside; wooden, rusted and old. The floors, walls and even the roof were done in large wood panels. I quickly made my way to the outdated bar, wanting to pay for my gas and get the hell out of there quick before my ears were subjected to anymore torture.
     
    “How much was your total?” the elderly barmaid questioned. I shrugged my shoulders. I didn’t check that type of shit, I just filled up and paid.
     
    “Don’t you have it computerised?” I responded, noticing that even the cash register looked like it belonged in the sixties.
     
    My black boots stomped back outside to read the total off the pump and that is when I spotted her. She was walking towards the bar with a small handful of guys and girls, wearing a blue cotton dress that sat halfway up her thigh, a small cropped denim jacket and a smile that made you want to fall to your knees in front of her. When she noticed me staring at her, she stopped walking and her gaze slowly roamed over my body. Once her eyes eventually returned to my face, she smiled so large they would have been able to see it from space. Just as I was about to walk over and introduce myself, a guy walked up behind her and smacked her playfully on the bottom, before wrapping his arm around her shoulders, forcing her to commence walking again. Her eyes turned away for only a mere second to see who had approached her before she looked back at me. The instant she winked at me, I knew I wasn’t going anywhere.
     
    Upon entering the bar, I noticed that her and her gathering of friends had moved towards a small stage and were in the process of setting up some music equipment. I quickly made my way to the bartender and paid for my gas and ordered a beer. I then moved down to the end of the bar to enjoy the visual of watching the pretty brunette set up the stage for a performance. It was lucky she was hot enough that I could forgive her for her poor choice in music. Once they had their equipment set up, the brunette moved off the stage and headed towards the bar. Not long after she had left, the sound of country music stared to filter through the air.
     
    “Can I please grab a vodka cranberry?” she requested kindly, the twang in her voice easily audible in the empty bar. Once the bartender handed her the drink she requested, she slowly turned around to face the stage. I could tell the instant she spotted me at the side of the bar as she smiled against the rim of her glass. I watched her side profile for a few minutes before she eventually turned to face me.
     
    “Didn’t your mother teach you it’s rude to stare?” she questioned, her hazel eyes narrowing slightly. She just needed to learn not to smile while she was trying to fake being angry. Seeing that as my cue to approach her, I quickly moved down the bar and sat in the empty barstool next to her.  Now that I was closer to her, I noticed the small light freckles that adorn her beautiful face. Her smell reminded me of wildflowers and hay, which was an odd combination. I don’t think I could have found anyone more opposite than me. She screamed country, where I screamed…… non country?
     
    “Why aren’t you up there with your friends?” I questioned, signalling to the bartender that I needed another beer.
     
    She seemed to consider my question before she eventually responded, “The idea of standing up in front of a crowd petrifies me.” I laughed loudly, considering the bar would have been lucky to have ten people inside of it. My loud laugh startled her that much that she spilt her drink down the front of her dress.
     
    “Oh fuck, sorry,” I apologized, grabbing a wad of napkins to dab