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THE BOY AND GIRL SAT ACROSS THE TABLE FROM ONE ANOTHER, BOTH MYSTERIOUS TO EACH OTHER
As the boy sat on the red leather seat, sipping on his black coffee, Iris sat across from him. Her hands moved over the diner mat as she sketched over the thin paper with a black crayon. She occasionally looked up at the boy before looking back down at her drawing, adding a few more lines.
He studied her intently just as she studied him. There was tension between them, but it wasn't awkward. Instead, it made Iris flush and the boy get weak in the knees.
After a bit more silence between the two, the boy pulled out a carton of cigarettes and his lighter. After puffing away for a few minutes, Iris noticed that the ash from the cigarette began to collect on the table. "Wait," Iris said to him before setting down her crayon before sliding his table mat toward her. She began to quickly fold the side of the paper until she created a small little box, sliding it back over to him. Before returning back to her drawing, she quickly remembered something and took her straw out of her water— she tapped the straw, letting a few drops fall onto the paper in order to dampen the material below.
The boy watched in awe during the process, not having seen such a trick done before. He smirked at her as Iris stared at him before he tapped the ash at the end of his cigarette into the small paper tray. "Where'd ya' learn how to do that?" He asked in a deep, intimidating voice. Iris looked up at him, biting her lip before shrugging and continuing to draw on her mat. "I haven't caught your name sweetheart.." He asked her before taking a large sip of his coffee.
The nickname mixed with the sweet sensation of his voice made Iris clench her thighs together. Something about him made her stomach do flips. He looked like a movie star, almost like a younger James Dean— something you don't see often, if ever. "Iris..Iris Novak" She smiled up at him before continuing to sketch out his face, every straight line representing his sharp features. "Yours?"
"Dallas, Dallas Winston." He told her almost in a cocky tone, as if he were proud of his name. Iris immediately stopped sketching as she recognised the name as soon as he said it. She looked up at him slowly and noticed his face, how confident he was and the fact that he knew she'd be surprised.
Iris had heard of Dallas Winston almost everywhere she went. There was always a story about him somewhere that included him doing something illegal that would end with him in the cooler. Even before she met him, the mention of him made her sweat— and the fact that she unknowingly had been spending the past hour with a criminal made the whole situation a lot harder for her to bear. As much as she wanted to leave the diner, she felt some sort of connection with him and she wanted to see where it would go. How much would she be able to tease and toy with him before either would break? He was already a big flirt, so it seemed that the game had already started. "Yeah? I've heard about ya" She smiled, sketching down the bridge of his nose.
"Oh yeah?" Dallas said in a cocky tone, one that sent shivers down his spine. She nodded and made a humming sound, pausing for a second and setting down her crayon. She took a large sip of her water before wiping her lips, causing Dallas to stare intently at her. "Good things I hope" He winked, painting a weak blush on Iris's cheeks.
