Hector returned to the stage after talking with Katherine for a few minutes.
He sang a love song.
The instrumental was light, made it feel like Hector was doing cappella.
The bar quieted down in an instant, the noisiness before was nowhere to be found m=now.
The lights were dimmed. Only Hector sat under the spotlight, shimmers bouncing off him.
Katherine sat with one hand holding her chin, her eyes fixing on Hector.
Halfway in his singing, Hector looked back at Katherine.
They both smiled when their eyes met.
Later, Katherine popped the beer, and ordered some snack.
Such snack was the best when complemented with beer.
But the beer was of low alcoholicity.
She barely felt anything after a bottle.
So she popped the second one.
There was someone bold in the bar who demanded a waiter to buy a flower and send it to Hector.
Leaning against the chair, Katherine smiled goofily.
Hector was probably accustomed to such scene.
He stopped his song , and said his thanks.
Then he put the flower down beside his feet, and resumed his singing.
Katherine’s couldn’t get her eyes off the flower.
She had never received a flower before.
Neither had she been in love, nor known the feeling of holding a boy’s hand.
Until she was married to Marshall.
She had never held Marshall’s and before, she just got timid whenever she saw him in the beginning.
But Marshall never knew her love for him.
Or, he knew, but did not care.
Her mouth curved up, smile in her eyes.
But inside her, her heart was numb.
It may be good thing that they divorced. Now she could find someone passionate to warm up her cold
heart.
As for that douchebag Marshall, let him that brazen Clara be a pair of lovey doves.
She did not care.
Katherine’s mind was still clear though she had drank tow bottles.
So she beckoned the waiter and told him to bring up two more bottles.
The waiter smiled. “Ma’am, I don’t that two bottles will be enough to serve you and your friend. How
about I bring you a dozen? You can return the rest if you can drink them all.
Katherine took a look over the food on the table, and then nodded. “Alright.”
Whatever, she had money.
The waiter was deft, soon he returned to Katherine’s table with a dozen beer and open two bottles for
her.
Katherine made eyes at the waiter and then thanked him.
The waiter made a professional smile. “My pleasure.”
Katherine filled her cup and watched as Hector sang his song. When he finished, a girl came up to him
before he could get off stage.
Apparently the girl was drunk. Staggering, she walked up to Hector and stood in front of him,
murmuring something.
Hector managed his expressions well, he only smiled.
Leaning against the chair, Katherine crossed her legs, watched as the girl made her hit on Hector.
A man well cut out like Hector who sang beautiful should be attractive to women.
Birth was not really important when it came to true love.
And despite all, what did Hector have to do with this?
It was his father who could not resist his lust that caused this.
The girl murmured something to Hector, then Katherine saw him smile as he pointed at her.
He said something to the drunk girl that prompted her to turn to look at Katherine.
Katherine raised her brows, acting unyieldingly.
The girl looked upset, she gave Katherine a few glances and then left.
It was then that Hector came back to Katherine with his guitar.
Katherine uttered when he sat down. “Your admirer?”
Hector put his guitar on the chair beside and nodded.
Katherine was curious, “What did you say to her at the end? It looked like she was little angry.”
Hector raised his eyes to look at Katherine. “I told her that my girlfriend was sitting right there.”
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