â€œYes indeed.â€ Victoria said as she looked him in his blue eyes. They then walk back to the bar where he orders beer for the both of them. â€œIâ€™m just searching for work.â€ She replied with a soft smile. She never liked questions about work. â€œAnd Iâ€™m indeed from Europe. Luxembourg to be precise.â€ It pleased her to meet someone from Europe. It has been a long time since she met someone who grew up there. â€œYouâ€™re from Ireland, right?â€ As she asked that she was taking a good look at the young man. He wore black fingerless gloves, black skinny jeans and motorcycle boots that reached his knees. But his upper body with the leather coat that was opened so she could see his abs, really made her head spin.<br/><br/>Stop it Victoria, she thought to herself, itâ€™s unwise to think about love with a job like this. She bit her lip and then smiles politely. But that wasnâ€™t a reason to leave yet, right?<br/><br/>â€œWhat kind of work do you do, Erik?â€ She then asked curiously. Her green eyes were still drawn to his deep blue eyes. Victoria had the feeling that she could stare at them for hours. She took a quick glance at her phone to see if her sister had texted or called her. Negative. Good, she didnâ€™t want her sister to interrogate her because she wasnâ€™t there yesterday. Victoria dragged herself back to reality as someone laughed loudly at the other side of the bar.