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After a couple of minutes walking around the downtown area, looking for Kiss Paradise. I finally found the place that Francesca discussed earlier, My heart is beating wildly out of control at the Meer thought of seeing her again. I have the flowers and wrapped book in hand ready for a good time. 

The outfit is a Dark denim jacket and pants outfit with a dark green T-shirt underneath, paired with some low cut dark blue Chelsea boots. I added some silver accessories for a bit of flare. I really wanted to make a good impression so I sprayed one of my most expensive clones on my neck and wrist. 

Walking up to the doors there was a fairly large line of people waiting, thankfully I was able to pay a nice lump sum to get in the doors with no problem. 

Once I entered, the club was dark with flashing lights on the ceiling, the music was so loud that the vibrations from the base of the song was bouncing off of the walls. There were woman dancing in cages and drunk ones dancing on cages.

The DJ was sitting above the crowd at the very back of the club, bobbing his head up and down to the beat. The booths were on the sides of the dance floor and in the one closest to the DJ I found her.

Francesca 

She was smiling, laughing, surrounded by a couple of woman. I would assume they're her friends. She was dancing, maybe a bit drunk but definitely enjoying herself. 

The club is so noisy and there are so many people, my thoughts became louder than I intended. I shouldn't bother her, Maybe its best I sit and wait for a good moment to go over there and make my presence known. 

I walk over to the bar and place my gifts on the counter, the bartender takes his time to get to me and I just ask for a scotch on the rocks. 

I take this chance to scope the room out and people watch a bit. Some couples are in the corner quietly grinding on each other, old men are sitting at the bar staring at woman twice their junior. European woman wiping their hair all over the place, people in expensive clothes not dancing at all. Lastly, me. Slowly sipping my drink, looking like a lost dog.

I've been to my fair share of clubs when I was in college, things seemed faster back then. Girls got drunker and the nights were longer, Clothes were shorter, drinks were cheaper and got you drunk way quicker. But was the music always this loud and was the atmosphere always this hot, I can't remember.

This place is getting hotter by the minute, and sipping on this short glass cup was not helping my case. I start to take off my jacket, when I feel a hand graze my back. 

"Getting hot huh? I was wondering how long it was going to be before I see those big arms." I turn my head and instantly get a whiff of alcohol.

She found me.

I'm face to face with the lovely Ms. Francesca, her words finally register in my brain and I feel my face grow hot. I chuckle a bit and adjust my jacket onto my body. She was wearing a red bodysuit with the sides of her body showcasing bare skin.

She wasn't going to make this easy on me and I could tell. 

I shifted in my seat a bit, turning my whole body so that I am able to face her. with the height that I am sitting on the bar stool, my face is staring directly into her chest. 

I would not consider myself shy, or even someone who is ill experienced with woman. But this woman is shaking me to my core, I tilt my head upward so that our eyes could meet and she is looking at me smirking.

Things like this are never easy, but I'm not confused so I press on.

"You look ravishing" I finally utter.