The Lucky One

Chapter Twenty Five

The bar was bustling with people dancing to the beat of the music. The dim lighting created a sultry atmosphere, with the sound of glasses clinking and laughter filling the air. The DJ played a mix of old and new tunes, keeping the crowd energized and moving. Bodies swayed together in a rhythmic dance, drinks on hand, as patrons flirted and mingled. It was a perfect scene of carefree fun, where inhibitions were left at the door and everyone let loose. Who would have thought she would be there with someone she so idolized in the showbiz industry? For fuck's sake, she memorized the Gone Girl monologue! And truth was, she only entertained the one on Tinder because she used Marla Grayson as her username. It was such a childlish act, but here she was, finally, with the real Rosamund Pike inside a bar.

"Your phone keeps on vibrating." Damn. Her voice was just so sultry rich and Sandra would use it as a ringtone if she would let her.

Damn this fucking Marla Grayson, the brunette thought as she turned her phone off. The Marla Grayson on Tinder had been messaging her countlessly and although she felt guilty for ditching her, she could explain later or next time and then make up for it because this - meeting Rosamund Pike - couldn't be something she could just slip away.

"Yeah. Just some notifs."

Rosamund eyed her for a moment before she woman tilted her head sexily, "So what do you drink?" She leaned onto the counter just across the bartender as she gave her a tiny smile, "Dirty martini?Whiskey? Vodka?" And there, her smile grew even bigger, as if spilling her a challenge.

Good heavens, fuck me, Sandra thought. "Martini. With three olives."

"Three olives huh?" She then motioned at the bartender, "Martini with three olives for this..." She went back to look at Sandra and if it was some ordinary stranger, the brunette would feel offended because she was looking at her like she was some kind of a prostitute that she just grabbed from a dark alley, but she didn't, "...for this beautiful and sexy brunette." Right there, she felt so turned on, "A glass of vodka for me." She then shifted her seat just so she could look at the brunette straightly, "So what do you do?"

"I'm a doctor."

"Woah. A doctor? Like in a hospital?"

"Yes."

"That's my childhood dream!" She exclaimed, the excitement had suddenly filled her cerulean eyes; she had the same eyes with Cate, she figured, "Goodness! Hi, doctor!"

"Well, hello you actress."

"Wait up." Rosamund laughed as the realization hit her, "Your night's just about to start and goody me told you I'll accompany you here because you don't know where the bar is. I didn't ask you if you're meeting someone or..." She bit her lower lip apologetically before laughing, "Are you meeting someone because I can take my exit now."

"No!" And it was a lie, "Actually not meeting someone. So if you won't mind, you can extend your night here..." The brunette gave Rosamund a smile, "...here with me."

"I'd like that."

"Oh, do you?"

"I do."

"Okay. But first off, I didn't actually introduce myself."

Rosamund elicited a laugh, eventually throwing her head back, "I totally forgot! That was so rude of me. Goodness I did not intro --"

"Why would you introduce yourself? You're famous!"

"No!" Rosamund got off from her chair and stood in front of the brunette, "Hi, I'm Rosamund Mary Elizabeth Pike. Much known as Rosamund Pike and you are?" She extended her hand for a handshake, her lips curled into a smile and somewhere beneath the depth of her smile, Sandra felt like all the monstrosity of her heart's battlefield had been erased.