Logan's friends decided to go out that night and, even if he was tired, he wanted to join them. They went to a fast food and then to this club he had never been to. He didn't really like it, so he went to the bar and got a drink. He decided to call some other friend to go and do something else. He was scrolling down his contacts and found the one of that girl of the previous night. When he wrote down her number from his arm, he forgot again her name so he wrote "Christine?1" but he still wasn't sure about that.
He decided to call her and when she didn't answer, he put his phone back in his pocket and went outside on this kind of balcony. He remained there for a while until loads of smokers arrived so he went back inside. He made his way to the bar and saw the girl of the previous day. She was hot from head to toe even if she was sweated and exhausted probably because of dancing.
He quickly thought of how many chances he had to take her in his bed once again. "She doesn't dislike me, but she doesn't even like me." he thought. "She doesn't mind me, so I have the fifty per cent of possibilities" he watched her while she was checking her phone. "Let's give it a try"
He went near her, sat and said: «Will you let me buy you a drink, tonight?»
She turned and as she saw him smiled. «No, thanks, I'm pretty tired tonight.» she answered. «Was it you that called me an hour ago?»
«Yes,» he said. «Do you want to go somewhere else? I don't really like this place.»
«Next time, I'm sorry.» she said with a nice smile. «I'm here with my friends.»
She was good at acting at least as much as him. «Ok then, you have my number, call me if you want.» he said and then walked away before she could say a word. He was actually feeling bad for being refused, so he went in another room of the building and tried to get another girl for the night.
STAI LEGGENDO
Logan
FanfictionThere are many ways to fall in love with a person but, when he is a stranger you just spent a hot night with and you kind of have to fall in love with him, it's just difficult