Bailando | L.N.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐈. - 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬?

Within a few seconds, two large security guys appeared behind the DJ. He looked straight at the DJ booth, and he was grateful his friend had called backup because he needed it. They all knew that he wouldn't be able to beat that guy's ass easily.

After the security handled the situation on their own, he wanted to talk to her, but he also wanted to play a little game with her. He passed right next to her; he didn't even look at her, like she was invisible. Karlotta got offended. 'Who does this guy think he is? Huh? At least he could've asked how I am doing after that?' -not that she needed him or his questions, but she wanted to talk to him normally. She knew she did catch his eye, and she wanted proof, so she followed him right after.

"HEY. YOU." She was trying to catch his attention in a crowded room. He didn't say anything. He looked at her, and when she came closer to him, he just grabbed her hand and continued walking through the room. Karlotta was confused even more. He was so open, yet so mysterious. Realistically, she just couldn't decide if he was mysterious or just arrogant.

Before they reached the DJ booth, he stopped, which made Karlotta bump into him. He turned around, facing her. That silence created tension, but it was tension that could only be broken with a kiss. It would be the only right thing to do right now. Both of them thought about it for a slight second.

"I didn't get the chance to thank you." She finally spoke first. "I don't know what could've happened out there. So...thanks." She started to feel more and more nervous because he wasn't even looking at her; he was taller than her, so he was looking at the crowd, but he heard her. He just wanted to make her angry. He loved to play with people, push their limits, and meet the real them. As seconds went by, Karlotta waited for him to look at her, but he didn't do it. She decided to leave, 'If he wants to play dumb games, he should play them on his own. I'm out. I said that I'm thankful. What else is there to say?' Karlotta thought to herself. As she turned around to walk away, she could feel his hand on her hip, pulling her closer to himself.

"I was standing right..." He moved her slightly to the left, "Here, when I saw you and your friend on the dance floor." He was so close to her that she could feel his warm, minty breath on her cheek. As she slightly turned to him, she didn't say a word, but he continued,

"And I saw you, damsel in distress, also from here. I think this is our lucky spot; what do you think? " He was now facing her, looking at her dark brown eyes.

Her eyes reminded him of the universe-pitch black, you could say, but you could see every spark in there. He got lost for a moment, but so did she. His eyes reminded her of deep ocean waves, which can drown you in a second, but they let you breathe just enough to live and suffer. Karlotta thought that moment between them was so poetic. Shakespeare could write a new story just based on their eyes.

But his sudden move towards her lips brought her back to reality. Karlotta backed off; she was looking at him confused and angry.

"Wait. So, that's why you wanted to 'save' me? To use me? Just like him?" she said while pointing at the drunk guy from before. He was confused and offended.

'Did she just reject me?' he thought to himself.

"Listen, listen. C'mon, you want the same; we could have a really nice time together. What do you say?" He approached her and gently wanted to put his hand on her shoulder, but she snapped,

"Oh, my God. Are you all using the same lines? What is this? I cannot believe this! And I was thankful? For what, God!? From one bed to another?" Karlotta shouted and turned around and went to the exit, then started to search for a new Uber. He followed her outside.