doing things I won't regret [ CELESTE ]

Where was it? Celeste had practically torn her house apart looking for her chapter she had just edited. Yes, she had a copy on her laptop, but she had done edits on the paper itself so that she could go back into the lap top later to fix the parts she wanted to change, but she couldn't find the stupid papers anywhere! It was driving her insane as she dug through her bag again, but it was obvious that it wasn't here. She racked her brain to try to figure out where she might have left it. Maybe at the book store when she finished her shift? Grabbing her purse and her keys she headed out to her car and drove to the shop. They would be closing in thirty minutes, but she was getting there in time to look in the office really quickly. Opening the door she waved to the girl working the counter and headed to the office, unlocking it she searched there too but it wasn't anywhere. Sighing she leaned back in the office chair trying to remember where she had been working on it and it clicked. The bar. She had been working on it at the bar because that was where her muse was strongest. Hell the king in the novel was based off of the bartender. Not that he had any clue of that, or that she even existed really outside of the girl that ordered irish coffee or a glass of white wine in the corner table. 

She locked the office back up and with a quick word to the cashier that she was heading back out she went to the bar. Heading to the table she was sitting at earlier she looked underneath it and in the seats but it was no where to be found. She sighed and sank down into the chair and frowned. Maybe the bartender had found it? Though he might have just tossed it, all that editing for nothing. Her eyes looked up at the bar and she could see him there, God he was handsome. From the moment she had set her eyes on him when she ordered her first drink here, she had thought so. She though he had this air of aristocracy around him, though he was just a bartender in a sleepy bay town. He carried himself differently than the people that frequented the place. Almost as if he was royalty himself. He had been the perfect model for the character of King Caspar the Valiant. She had made the character in his image, and she had instantly had so much muse for her writing that she came here often to work on it, especially when she hit a wall, writers block never hit her when she was here, at least as long as he was there working. Caleb was his name, she knew that much, and she thought he owned the place as he was always there. 

As she looked up at him she realized that he had some damp papers in his hand that he was wiping off and her heart stopped. That was her manuscript she just knew it. Oh God, that was the chapter where the King was throughly described, had he realized that the description of the character was him made over? How embarassing!!! Her cheeks were crimson but she had to get it back those notes had taken her hours after all. Pulling her long blonde locks out of their pony tail in the hopes that it would hide the redness in her cheeks she walked up to the bar, her heart racing. Oh she hoped that he wasn't going to make her feel like an idiot. Celeste cleared her throat and barely could get any words out her voice was eluding her. " Um...ex..excuse me." she took a deep breath and glanced at the papers, yeah those were hers. Crap.

" My name is Celeste, and I believe those are my chapter notes...I'm so sorry for leaving them behind I had to go home in a rush, and...I forgot them, I apologize if they were in the way or..." she was sounding like an idiot, how could leaving a few notes behind be a big mess? God she was pathetic. " sorry I'm rambling on like a crazy person." she looked up at his eyes finally after feeling ridiculous. " Can I maybe get those back?" she gestured to the wet papers and realized with a heart wrenching moment that as they were soaked they were likely going to be hard to read to get her notes off of anyway. " Maybe a crown and coke too....if you don't mind..."