Dancing is the breath of life, you can dance for joy, sorrow, or anger. What happens when you dance with the right person at the right time?
I'd like to say love...but will it ever be that easy
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
{POINT N KILL}
{Episode 1}
"Don't get scared now" he whispered in my ear.
My breath was caught in my throat seeing the person who stood before me, his smile like no others.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Bright and full of life, "Never was" was all I could say as we continued.
His dancing wasn't terrible like the internet portrayed he had some rhythm that he kept in his hips.
"If I want it, it's mine You can't stop me, hey" he confidently looked me in the eyes as the crowd proceeded with the chant.
The song scratched out and before he could give me that look I turned tapping the bar.
"Two Heineken's, please" I spoke over the music, "Stay for a drink, on me".
His pink bottom lip found its way to his teeth covered in a silver grill only my eyes could see, "Sure".
A breath of relief came over me; I didn't think he'd say yes.
I assumed he'd politely decline my offer then walk away like it was any other night.
The bartender pulled out the two bottles freshly imported from the coast of West Africa, my origins.
A huge difference came between American and African liquor, for an African bar on the upper east side of Manhattan they were doing a good job at establishing that feel.
The chilled bottles were popped open in front of us letting out the thick smoke from the bottle.
Slipping the bartender two twenties his hand stopped mine pulling his card out his wallet, "Stop I'm the one who asked you-"
"My mother raised me better" he cut me off pushing my hand back.
Paying for the drinks he placed the card back looking at me in full, his brown eyes captured the green outfit I wore.
The cut-outs, in particular, caught his eyes.
My curves filled out the outfit well enough for most to stare in lust.
