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~Backdoor, Silver Fire
(17th of February 2015)

Her scream was short lived this time around.

She remained wide eyed, heart heaving as she stared at him.

He gave her a smirk that made her regret the day she had first set her eyes on him.

Why was he doing this?

She wondered why he derived so much joy in startling the fucking daylight out of her.

His innocent smile was what got to her as always.

And she was tempted to slap him till his sense came back.

She was sure he had lost them.

She sighed internally.

Now, that was something she didn’t normally think about.

She only ever got the urge to slap someone whenever she was around him.

She spoke so well whenever he was near her, something she couldn’t do with other people except family.

He was a bad influence and it was good that she knew that.

She had met him first in November after her second performance at Silver Fire.

He had been waiting outside the back door, just like now.

And till date, she still wondered how he had known that she was Samantha on stage.

She normally wore disguising makeup like other dancers.

The layers were always so thick that it could have been a plastic face and an eye mask.

And she performed with multiple coloured wigs that tended to make  her look like a different person.

But when he had seen her here that day in all these, he had stunned her by what he did.

He had addressed her with her stage name.

Samantha.

She had been shocked to death because she knew without all those makeup and wig she looked nothing like Samantha.

Her first instinct has been to deny it at first just so he would think that he has made a mistake.

And he had let her be, even allowing her to guiltily skedaddle away like some theiving rat.

But, she regretted doing so that day, running.

She wished she had spoken in a confident voice and warned him not to bother her again.

As if he would have listened.

From what she has come to know if him, he was adamant.

And persistent too.

He had returned the night after her fifth dance.

She had been startled when she had run into him as usual here.

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