𝙈𝙄𝙓𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙋 ➪ 𝙈Å𝙉𝙀𝙎𝙆𝙄𝙉 𝙄𝙈𝘼𝙂𝙄𝙉𝙀𝙎 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙔

28. DETECTIVE [D.D]

[You are Elena]

I hated clubs. Sweaty people, drunk people, insane people even. What was the whole amazing thing about all of that? I couldn't see it.

For the last two and a half hours that me and my friends have been here I've been sitting at our table, I've been drinking lemon water while they've been going crazy and drinking a lot, I mean it. And it wasn't lemon water.

"Elena, come on!" Xavier, one of my bestest friends, shouted at me over the loud music. "You can't sit here all evening."

"You know I don't like these things. I am perfectly happy, although happier at home, sitting here and watching you all dance in between smelly people."

"Fine, but I am going and enjoying my time." he said. "Oh, but, there's five of us all together and you're the one missing!"

"Xavier." I said.

"Fine, sit here and be boring." he said and stomped away. He turned to me and started shouting over the music. "I'll be back in a few minutes though, don't you think I've given up!"

"I'll probably be at home by then!" I shouted back.

I let out a breath and went back to drinking my water. If I could, I'd've put on the simplest shirt I owned and a pair of jeans but, no, Xavier of course had to dress me up in leather trousers, a black lace shirt and a long black leather jacket that I hadn't taken off. Dark eyeliner surrounded my eyes but at least that was my choice, I had to fight him to let me have my normal black eyeliner since he said I looked too intimidating and I would scare people away but little did he know that's exactly what I wanted so that no one came up to me and started talking to me.

I looked around the packed place, everything like a normal club. Everyone either drinking alcohol or dancing.

But one man caught my eye. He sat at a table that I could tell three other people sat at but they were probably dancing somewhere.

He, like me, had dark eyeliner around his eye and was drinking the same as me, lemon water. His jawline and cheekbones were sharp, extremely sharp. People told me my cheekbones and jawline were sharp but definitely not as sharp as his.

He was looking at a blonde female, a dark-haired male and a blonde haired male who were dancing together. I turned back to look at him as my fingers traced the edge of my glass.

Before I knew, he turned to face me, his eyes meeting mine. How could someone look so hot yet intimidating at the same time?

He raised one eyebrow at me and then smiled, bowing his head a bit. I did the same back and looked away from him.

No one has ever made me feel such things after just one look. I was interested to find out more about him. I needed to get fresh air so I stood up and left the bar.

I went just outside and took out a pack of cigarettes from my pocket. I lit it and started inhaling the toxicating smoke. A couple seconds later, I heard an interesting voice.

"Mind if I join?" it said. I turned to look to the side and saw the man I looked at earlier. The early Feburary wind blowing just right.

"Surely, I don't mind." I said and moved over a little to make space for him on the wall I was leaning on. He took out a cigarette from the box he was holding and lit it.

"Fine night, isn't it?" he said. "This early in the year."

"It is." I replied.

We sat in silence and smoked our cigarettes.

"Do I seem approachable?" he asked all of a sudden. I turned to face him.

"From what I know, you seem very intimidating." I said and he chuckled.

"You and me both. Thought you were going to murder me like I was your enemy in there." he said and this time we both chuckled.

"I tend to do that when I'm observing someone, I get told often." I said.

"You don't like these things do you?" he asked.

"Clubs? Hell no." I answered. "I don't feel like dancing in front of strangers that could potenially be serial killers."

"Well, I asure you I am not one." he said, smiling at me.

I finished my cigarette and put it away in the bin after making sure it was out. I stood up and looked down at him.

"This is where I bid goodbye, I better be getting home." I said.

"Goodbye it is." he nodded and I started walking away.

"Well, could I get a name at least?" he asked right before I crossed the road.

I turned back to him, "the name's Elena Alavaro. I work in a art consultant company not far from here. Let's see if you can solve the mystery."

"Damiano." he said, nodding at me. "I'll work out the mystery in no time. Expect a phone call from me soon."

"I'll be waiting, detective." I winked at him and turned to cross the road.

And he sure did find my phone number fast.