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Y/N and Danny had a thing for each other for the last two years. And as much as they both wanted to just officiate their relationship into something more serious, life was just too complicated and kept them from doing so.
One evening at the King Creole, Danny stayed late for a few drinks as he allowed his mind to drift. He sat at the bar with a half empty glass in his hands as he stared ahead of him silently.
Even when the door to the bar opened and closed, he didn't look away. He remained seated and instead, took another sip of his drink.
"We're closed." Danny announced. "Well, you're here, aren't you?"
The familiar voice was enough to cause him to turn around. As he watched Y/N enter the bar, his eyes lingered over her, taking in her appearance. She was dressed in a black dress that was snug against her curves and helped give her chest a boost. Danny pursed his lips, watching as she walked towards the bar.
"What are you doing out so late?" He asked her. "I was looking for you." She said. "Mimi said you were still working."
He hummed. "Yeah, I'm working to finish this glass."
Y/N looked at him. "You've been avoiding me, Danny. Did I do something wrong?"
"No, you didn't do anything wrong." He told her. "I just don't know what to do."
Her eyebrows knitted together. "What do you mean?"
Danny's eyes met hers. "I'm talking about us."
Y/N's cheeks turned red. "What about us?"
"Everything, Y/N." He said. "We both know how we feel about each other. But I'm not the right man for you. I'm not gonna make you happy."
Y/N glared. "And who said you were in charge of my own feelings?"
"I'm not. But I know what's best for you." He said to her, emptying his glass with one last drink. "And it's not me."
"You have no idea what's best for me." She snapped at him. "How can you say such things? God, Danny, I do believe I could just hit you!"
"If it makes you feel better." He said.
"I would feel better if you would just get off of your god damn high horse and open your eyes." She argued. "Do you not understand? You are the one I want to be with. Not anybody else. You, Danny. You act like you're some. . . Some bastard man who isn't allowed to have any happiness, and that's not true. You deserve to be happy. I want to make you happy."
