Something Better

Waiting For You

Martha caught her breath and took her gaze away from the hypnotic eyes of the man sitting next to her.

"Yeah, he's supposed to pick us up later, but it sounds like he's been drinking, so I don't really know..." Martha trailed off and thought she must seem like a simpering idiot as she started open mouthed at Brandon who was stroking his little dapper moustache.

"Sounds like a nice guy!" He said with half a smirk fleeting across his face.

Martha's heart was starting to beat pretty fast. She wanted to keep talking to him, but she wasn't sure what to say. She wanted to be calm and cool and funny, but she was afraid she would be crazy and weird instead.

"Yeah, he's a real treat!" Martha answered, panicking about how to continue the conversation.

"I like your boots by the way," Brandon said gesturing towards her golden wellies. He looked up and smiled at Martha,"I've got a golden suit myself." He laughed.

Martha laughed along, thinking she would never be this happy again ever.

"Thanks, I glued the lightening bolt on myself." She giggled showing off the side of her boot.

"Nice touch. " Brandon nodded as he spoke.

"Thanks!" Martha smiled and dared to look at his face, but not into his eyes. "I love the idea of a golden suit, you'd totally be able to carry that off." She continued, but cringed as she heard herself start to stray into fan girl territory.

"Yeah, but I don't know if I could carry off gold glitter on my cheek bones." He smiled, rubbing his face and glancing at the floor.

"Oh, I don't know..." Martha blushed and her hand drifted up to her cheek.

Brandon looked sideways at Martha and laughed, "I'm sorry, can I get you a drink?" He said in a concerned tone, "I'm Brandon by the way."

Martha laughed, "I know who you are, I'm Martha and I'll have a cider please." She stated to feel , slightly relaxed and then her stomach flipped, because she suddenly realised Brandon Flowers knew her name!

Brandon ordered Martha's cider and a whiskey for himself. He wrapped his long fingers around Martha's glass and passed it over to her.

"Thank you, Brandon," Martha giggled as she sipped at her drink and mentally thought how she was going to steal this glass that Brandon had bought for her and personally touched and put it on display, when she returned to Vegas.

"You are welcome, Martha," he said looking at her with a gleam in his eye, "Cheers," he said as he knocked back a mouthful of whiskey.

"Drinking the hard stuff before a show, eh?" Martha, asked intrigued to talk to a man who occupied her thoughts most of the time.

"I'm not as bad as I used to be, but I definitely need a helping hand before I get up there, it's pretty terrifying, you know!" Brandon confessed, looking intently at Martha. Martha was drawn into his gaze and she found herself staring into the most beautiful eyes, she thought she might fall over.

"Well, you would never think that, you always seem so confident when you're up there." Martha was able to say, as she broke eye contact and sipped her drink, although her mouth still felt dry, she looked back at him and smiled.

"Thanks! I feel like a totally different person up there, and I love it, but I rely on this to get me up there." He said, tapping his glass with a slender forefinger. He finished his drink in a mouthful. He look at her as he wiped his moustache.
"So, what do you do?" He said gesturing to the bar man for another whiskey. He turned his full attention on Martha and she could feel her cheeks starting to burn again.