Personal Yummy #86
I’ve always thought that she has the name of a movie star.
Just pronouncing it—Bianca Blume—sounds beautiful and rich.
To most people, coworkers and customers alike, she’s known as Bea or Bianc, but I almost always hear Curt call her Bianca—maybe his right by having once been her love.
She’s certainly beautiful—just like her name—with her soft face and light blue eyes, and is particularly bewitching with her hair down, which is long, blondish, and loosely curled. After finishing her shift and changing out of her work clothes, she walks from the restroom toward the bar, in her worn blue jeans that perfectly fit, with her hair free and flowing, as if tiny jets of air are hidden beneath it.
And then there’s her stride, which at the same time is carefree and confident and, because it is both of these, sexy.
It’s obvious that many eyes, particularly male eyes, are upon her as she pulls up a bar stool and orders a shot and a beer—usually a Jack Daniel’s or a tequila and lime and a Budweiser—grabs her basket full of tips from behind the bar, and counts her hard-earned money.
When she speaks and laughs, you can actually feel the happiness in her voice and laughter—or at least her effort to be happy—which is always accentuated at this time of night by her big, knowing smile.
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The above excerpt is from my coming-of-age novel—The Grill on Murray Avenue: A Story of Innocence—about the inhabitants of an unassuming bar-and-grill in Squirrel Hill, a vibrant neighborhood in the east end of Pittsburgh. The story is told by Jenna, a young waitress who dreams of becoming a professional dancer.
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