Chapter 11

SAVANA's POV I looked up staring at the faded green sign that simply said, Enzo'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 set 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. 'Sav?" 'E-enzo?" It was barely a whisper. I knew he didn't hear me. Why the fuck was he serving me drinks? Don't tell me he's a… bartender? Shit shit shit! I wouldn't say I was the kind of person to get shocked easily. But here he was in flesh, glaring at me. I stared at him for a few se