Paula

She slid onto one of the stools. While there were thick layers of dust on the other tables, the bar itself looked as if it had been wiped just a few minutes before.
This was so strange: she had been on the phone with the guy who claimed to be managing the bar just a few hours earlier.
“And what do we have here..?”
She jumped at the sound of a voice. In the mirror, behind the bottles, she suddenly noticed a shadow, almost right behind her. Clad is completely in black, with his face hidden under the shade of a cap.
“Ehh, I called, sir…about the vacant job…as a bar-tender…” she said, without turning. She did, though, try to catch the eyes of the stranger. Without any luck. He was so close to her that she could smell beer on his breath.
“About…well, almost two hours ago…I was told to be here at 4 o´clock…and it is a few minutes to 4 right now…sir”

There still was no reply, but she could hear how he inhaled heavily.
“Are you even 21?” he asked in a low voice.
“Yes!” she said boldly, then added:” soon”
“Not old enough to work in a place that serves alcohol and stupid enough to mix up Tuesday with Thursday….”
“Shi…” she began but stopped the second he put his hands on both her elbows. It felt a bit like an electric shock. She was pretty sure that she would be able to get free, though. He was merely holding her elbows.
“How long before you can sell alcohol?”
“Just…two months….
One of his hands ran down her arm.
“Twenty years old…pretty and a little dumb…”
He closed his fist around her wrist. It did not come as a surprise, yet she twitched a little. This was taking a turn she had not anticipated. She just wanted a part-time job, while she finished college.