Chapter 11 REVELATION
Samantha’s POV
I looked up staring at the faded green sign that simply said, Cal’s. I walked briskly to the bar, trying to avoid any possible conversation with the men in the bar, and sat on a black leather stool.
Looking at the bartender, whose back was to me, I said, “I’ll have whatever you have on tap, please…”
“Coming right up,” the man responded, though, I was surprised he could hear my request over the folk music that played over the speakers and the loud conversations people were having.
He grabbed a glass, filled it, and sat down in front of me, atop a little white napkin. “Anything else, I can do for—“ When he saw who he was serving he looked me up and down and we both gasped in shock.
“Sam?”
“C-Caleb?” It was barely a whisper. I knew he didn’t hear me.
Shit shit shit!
I wouldn’t say I was the kind of person to get shocked easily.