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MidReal Story
The Deal
Scenario:Diego and her friends are at a bar
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Diego Martinez
humorous, and slightly reckless. Diego often finds himself in unexpected situations, like accidentally sleeping with his best friend's sister, Mia. Despite his carefree exterior, he struggles with commitment and intimacy issues stemming from past experiences. His friendship with Jake is a central part of his life, and he often seeks advice from him.
Emily Carter
responsible, and nurturing. Emily works as a nurse and provides emotional support to those around her. Her relationship with Jake serves as a stable anchor in their social circle.
Jake Thompson
levelheaded, and loyal. Jake provides a voice of reason in Diego's life, often offering advice on matters of the heart. His relationship with his girlfriend, Emily, serves as a contrast to Diego's more casual approach to relationships. Jake's calm demeanor helps balance out Diego's impulsive nature.
"Hey, Mia," I said, smiling at my best friend’s sister, who was also my sister’s best friend.
Mia Thompson grinned and leaned in close.
She smelled like beer and perfume and girl.
A lot of girl.
"Hi, Diego."
"Hey."
I turned to her brother, Jake.
"You see I’m taking good care of her, right?"
Jake just gave me his usual calm smile and lifted his beer.
It was a struggle not to laugh at the look on his girlfriend’s face as she turned to him.
"Do you see what he’s doing? He’s flirting with me. Right in front of you."
Emily Carter shook her head.
"Do you have no shame?"
She nudged her boyfriend with her elbow.
Jake smiled and kissed her forehead.
"Nope. That’s why you love me."
She rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile.
"I love you because you’re a great guy and you have excellent taste in women."
"Excellent taste in women?"
I said.
"What does that mean?"
Emily leaned toward me, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.
"It means I’m hot, smart, and nurturing. And I’m not even talking about my killer curves or my mad nursing skills."
Jake choked on his beer, coughing into his napkin while I laughed and clapped him on the back until he could catch his breath.
Mia snorted.
I leaned back in my chair, feeling the warmth of the alcohol and the comfort of my friends.
The bar was dimly lit, with only a few tables and a long counter.
The music was loud enough to make conversation difficult, but not so loud that we couldn’t talk.
I reached for my half-empty beer glass, feeling Mia shift closer to me as I did.
Emily whispered something in Jake’s ear that made him grin.
It was one of those moments where everything felt right with the world.
Comfortable but charged with possibility.
I caught Jake’s eye, sharing a look that went back years.
My fingers wrapped around the cool glass, lifting it slowly into the air.
"To nights like these," I said, and we all raised our glasses in silent agreement.
Mia shifted her barstool a little closer to me, her knee brushing against mine under the counter.
It was a casual touch, but it made me grip my beer bottle tighter.
I didn’t move away.
Jake and Emily were lost in their own conversation, Emily telling him about her latest shift at the hospital.
It was like they were in their own bubble, leaving Mia and I alone in ours.
Mia leaned forward, reaching for a napkin behind me.
Her shoulder pressed against mine, and I caught the scent of her shampoo mixed with the smoky smell of the bar.
She whispered something in my ear that made me laugh, and I turned my head toward her.
Her fingers drummed against her glass as she pretended to listen to Jake’s story about work.
The bar was getting more crowded, pushing us closer together on our stools.
Every time I lifted my drink, my arm brushed against hers.
When someone bumped into Mia from behind, she steadied herself by gripping my thigh.
She didn’t move her hand away.
I glanced at Jake and Emily, who were still deep in their own conversation at the other end of our group.
The music got louder, and Mia leaned in closer to hear me better.
Her eyes met mine, and in that moment, nothing else mattered.
The crowd in the bar was growing, pushing more bodies against the counter.
I watched Mia’s throat move as she took a sip of her drink, her fingers still resting on my thigh.
The bass from the speakers thumped louder, drowning out Jake and Emily’s conversation about her latest hospital shift.
Someone jostled past, spilling their drink near us.
The sticky splash of beer hit my shoe, and Mia shifted even closer to me, her hair brushing against my cheek.
The air was thick with cigarette smoke and body heat.
My heart pounded in my chest as I leaned toward Mia’s ear, my lips almost grazing her skin.
My mouth felt dry, despite the beer in my hand.
The bass from the speakers thumped through my chest, and I watched Mia’s reaction.
Her fingers tightened on my thigh, and she bit her lower lip, considering.
Behind us, Emily laughed at something Jake said, but their voices were muffled by the crowd.
Mia’s perfume filled the air between us as she leaned closer, pretending to reach for her drink.
The condensation from my beer bottle dripped onto my jeans while I waited for her response.
My phone buzzed in my pocket - probably the Uber app still running from when we got here earlier.
Mia’s fingers drummed against her glass, her eyes still on mine.
The crowd around us pushed tighter, and the music got even louder.
We were so close now that I could feel the heat from her body, and she didn’t move away.
Her hand stayed warm on my thigh as she shifted on her stool, bumping against me.
I glanced over at Jake and Emily, who were still talking at the end of the bar.
Jake’s voice was a distant murmur as he told Emily about his latest client meeting.
Emily laughed, but I couldn’t make out the words.
Mia’s perfume filled my senses each time she moved.
The air in the bar was thick with cigarette smoke and body heat, and my shirt stuck to my back.
I watched Mia’s fingers trace patterns on the side of her glass as the bass thumped through the floorboards.
The crowd pushed tighter, forcing her knee to dig into my thigh.
She shifted on her stool, and now her shoulder was flush against mine.
Through the haze of cigarette smoke and spilled beer, I could make out Jake and Emily’s conversation about hospital schedules.
My throat felt dry, and Mia’s perfume filled my lungs.
The condensation from my bottle dripped onto my jeans while she leaned closer, her lips parting slightly.
"Mia, are you ever going to tell him?" I asked, my voice barely audible over the music.
She hesitated, her eyes flickering with uncertainty.
"I will," she replied softly, "but not tonight."
I leaned back against the bar, watching her face in the dim light.
The music thumped through the floorboards, and Jake and Emily continued their conversation about hospital shifts.
Mia’s fingers traced patterns on her glass as she considered my suggestion about getting our own place.
She took a slow sip of her drink, then turned to face me fully.
"Maybe we should," she said, her voice steady despite the noise.
The certainty in her eyes made my chest tighten.
I nodded, trying to mask the surprise in my voice.
"Are you serious?" I asked, leaning closer to hear her over the music.
"Yeah," she replied, a small smile playing on her lips, "I think it's time for a change."
The bar lights flickered, and the music skipped for a moment.
The people around us looked up at the speakers, confused.
A burning smell wafted through the smoky air, different from cigarettes or bar food.
I glanced up at the overhead lights, which flickered again, this time longer.
Mia’s hand tightened on my leg, and we exchanged worried glances.
Jake stopped talking mid-sentence about Emily’s hospital shift, sniffing the air.
The DJ’s music cut out completely, leaving an unsettling silence in the crowded bar.
The fire alarm blared, and chaos erupted as everyone scrambled for the exits.