Nana's Secret One Shots -- Jamie Flatters imagines

- Strangers -

The music was blasting around Valentine, lights flashing all around the crowded room. The drink in her hand almost spilled at each of her moves, jumping and swaying her hips to the rhythm of the bass with her friends, before she finally drank the blue cocktail.

"I'm gonna get a refill, want anything ?" she yelled over the loud music, trying to get her girls' attention. Which wasn't easy considering Tasha had her back to her, Millie was in her own world and Florence had already found an other girl for the night, whom she was dancing with.

"I'll take a woo woo thanks."

"Mmmh... A cosmo please !"

"Mojito, thank you Val ~"

The girl made her way to the bar, dodging drunk young adults, couples grinding on each other and shameless old men asking for a dance. And like every Thursday night she saw the same barman, moving behind the counter flawlessly to grab what he needed, order after order.

"What can I make for you, Valentine ?" he asked, calling her by her name like they were friends. Which they were. After all, she's been coming to this specific club every Thursday for over a year now.

"Uh..." she tried to remember her friends' orders. "One Woo woo, one Cosmopolitan, one Mojito and-"

"And a virgin Blue lagoon." the barman simply stated, already turning away from the girl to take whatever he needed in order to make the drinks.

"And a virgin Blue lagoon." she chuckled. Maybe she did have a drink of choice ? Maybe she ordered it every time tonight ? Maybe.

She watched the man pour in every ingredient thoroughly, not a drop wasted when he skillfully dropped the ice cubes or tucked the fruit slices on the edge of the glass, before he finally came back with every drink. Valentine searched for her phone to pay when a finger lightly tapped a few times on the counter in front of her, gaining her attention as she looked up.

"May I ?" the stranger quired, holding a card between two fingers.

"If I say yes does it imply I'm saying yes to something else ?" she asked back, squinting her eyes.

 The person in front of her tilted their head to the side, eyes looking up, like thinking of his answer. "Not if you don't want to."

Valentine searched for dishonesty in their eyes when she catches their gaze, and it took the barman loudly clearing his throat to get her out of the mesmerizing ocean of blue.

"Mkay then." she shrugged with a smile.

She analyzed the man while he paid for her drinks, getting everything in in the few seconds it took him. He was wearing black loose linen pants and a beige short sleeved shirt of the same material. And his pair of loafers, as plain black as they were, stood out to Valentine, with the little Prada triangle she knew well. The man had taste, simple but undeniable taste. His hair was untamed, brown curls pointing in every direction messily, covering his nape, but definitely not covering his entrancing blue eyes. She snapped out of it when he turned back to her, handing her the first two drinks.

"Thank you a lot-"

"Jamie." he calmly stated over the loud banging of the music and equally loud chatter.

"Well, thank you a lot, Jamie." she smiled at him.

"Do you need help with the drinks ? It might be a hustle to get them all in one go."

"Nah don't worry, independent woman here got this." Val dismissed his help politely, but still sassily flipping her hair behind her shoulder. She then took the four glass like she usually did, her fingers stretching to grab every drink, and paid the man a final smile before turning around to go find her friends.