“Bye, Ryan.”

The words echoed in my head for a second, and then I realized she was still standing in front of me waiting for a response.

“Bye Sylvia,” I said curtly.

She leaned in for a kiss, and I obliged. She smile a little, and I could tell it was her way of saying thank you. I watched her turn and walk down the hall. She is so out of my league. Wow. I sure know how to pick ‘em.

Let me tell you what little I know about Sylvia. She enjoys a cosmo now and then at this quaint little lounge downtown, and she just started her vacation from work. She wasn’t half bad looking, she was actually really beautiful. She wore a lot of makeup though, and really revealing clothing for someone that just stopped by from her job. I could tell you a lot more about ‘other things’, but that’s a little private, don’t ya think?

We met last night at said lounge, and I bought her a few drinks. She got a little tipsy, but she let me know what her intentions were well before she started drinking. So, she stayed at my place for the night. No strings attached, no exchanging of phone numbers. I’m not even sure Sylvia was her real name. Both of our needs were met, and that’s all that was needed.

But, were my needs met?

That stupid question kept repeating in my mind, and it put me in a really dull mood. What the hell do I mean ‘were they met’?! Of course they were! I mean, if they weren’t, I could’ve just asked her to stay longer. She would’ve agreed to that, no doubt.

Oh well, no use arguing with myself. It is nine on a Saturday morning, and I could be out. A shower would be nice, but I really don’t feel like it right now. I’m too sleepy, too lazy, too upset. What could I really go for at the moment?

That was easy. Coffee, here I come.

(to be continued)