Playa Azul was like many other little beach towns, there existed lots of traditions, familiarity by its inhabitants and of course it had its strange, weird, and unexplained occurrences. For Juan Esperanza, Playa Azul was like any other town in which he would stop by for nor more than a night in his tiring tour as the guitar player of a small band playing small venues throughout the region, but Playa Azul was an unexpected stop; due to a transportation mishap, but the beautiful macabre meeting that Juan had that night would stay in his heart for the rest of his life.
Juan Esperanza was a kind looking man, with a Don Juan mustache, a man that every woman wanted to land, but the type of man that could never get the courage to talk to any woman in the fear of getting a reaction by women thinking that all he wanted was a one night relationship. This was not farther from the case for Juan, in his early thirties, strong my genes and not exercise, fair skinned, but with a rugged look.
After playing the concert, the rest of the band went to the small room they had been able to acquire, but Juan was feeling very restless and decided to look for a place to spend a few hours and have a couple of drinks, he never expected to find one, but far in the distance as he walked near the beach he saw a light coming from an establishment on a corner on main street. He turned towards the light and soon arrived and crossed the threshold. He felt an eerie feeling as he entered the small club, but instantly felt at home. There were a few other patrons, but as Juan walked in he could not see anyone else but the woman behind the bar, she had the most golden brown skin wearing a white blouse and a red mini skirt that showed off her thick firm legs, she had deep dark brown hair, curves to die for. As he sat on one of the stools she turned to Juan and walked towards him. As soon as she got near he could see her big round deep dark eyes that seem to pierce his soul. The two soon struck up a conversation which lasted for most of the rest of the night, except for the moments when she had to go tend to the other clients. After an hour, He told the bartender that he was there for a local concert and she asked him to sing some of his songs.
“Sing me your songs and you will have my whole attention,” she told Juan with a quick smile.
He got up and picked up an old guitar that was leaning against the wall in the far corner of the bar and started playing his entire song lineup as she heard him intently and moving her body to the soft and loving music of the lonely guitar. Juan knew he was in trouble, he felt something inside him stir, something deep, something like no other time before.
Juan continued playing deep into the night as one and another client left the corner-street, lightly lit club. She motioned Juan to sit at the end of the bar where she could be in a position to stand next to him while still been behind the bar. They both sat there staring at each other, hardly saying a word, as if there was nothing to say to each other because it had been said already, in another lifetime perhaps. It seemed as if they had not met each other that night, but had known each other for ages.
Juan sat quietly in the corner stool staring passionately into her deep eyes, mesmerized by nothing else but the little glimmer coming from them.
“Careful, you might be falling for her,” he thought to himself.
But how could this be, he had always thought love at first sight was nothing but poets, lies and that it only happened in the movies. Juan Had never felt this way for any woman before, but he did not feel in any way fearful or apprehensive about any bad outcome, it was as if he knew she was his to take, his to take care of and love like only a soul mate could.
As the last of the clients left out the door, she was standing next to Juan, and her hand had made its way to the lower of Juan’s back. As soon as the client went out the door she drew a heart on Juan’s back with her finger. Juan was unsure of what that meant, but his hand had made its way to her inner tight without any malice. She gave Juan a small, mischievous, demure smile, and slowly walk towards the front door and locked it softly as if there might be people listening to their simple yet unusual escapade.
Juan felt so enthralled by every little nuance of her body that he could not take his eye off her at the same time he knew he would do anything to spend the night with her, and every inch on his body was telling him that she did not want to spend the night alone. She closed the club and they both headed to her apartment not far away, they stopped at every lamp post to give each other the most passionate kisses, the closer they go to her place the more it seemed like the world was slowly disappearing behind them. The streets were quiet; you could not hear a single sound but that of their feet hitting the concrete of the street.
As the moonlight crept into the bedroom through the small crack in the window, the two laid naked on the bed next to each other, you could see a special gleam coming from both of them as if the heat from their bodies was escaping them. The early sun hit Juan through the window and he opened his eyes, as he adjusted his vision he noticed that she was no longer with him, she had left him in the early morning, and he had to join the band and head off to yet the next town.
Juan could not get than woman out of his mind; the whole meeting had been so enchanting and so mysterious that it held His attention for a long time.
A year after that first meeting he found himself near Playa Azul and he made it back to the corner where that small club and once been only to find a branch of the National Bank. He felt lost; he wondered if he was in the right street, the right corner, the right town. Was it possible that he was in the wrong place?
Juan looked around. He went into some bars and asked about that enchanting woman and that little dark club he had visited a while back, but no one could give him a single word about her or about the club, in fact no one could remember the club at all.
He returned to the corner of the club and threw anything he could find at the windows breaking many of them. Juan found himself arrested and sitting in the back of a squad car. He told the officers about the club and the woman he was searching for, he told him that he had only had a few drinks and was not drunk but was upset about not finding her nor finding the club she worked at.
“There has not been a club in this corner for over six years,” the older of the two officers said as he looked at Juan Esperanza sitting in the back of the police car with his eyes wearingly looking towards the corner of that dark street.