XVI | "May I Have This Dance?"

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2 DAYS LATER

RUDY

He’d stopped outside her apartment building, buzzing with nerves. 

Her voice echoed in his head. It seems convenient, doesn’t it? 

It did. That foreboding feeling didn’t leave, it settled in his stomach, making him nauseous. 

He squeezed his eyes shut, steadying his breath. After opening them again, he reached for his phone, about to text her, when—

A knock echoed on his car window. Jumping slightly in his seat, he glanced toward the window of the passenger side seat, where she stood, smiling nervously. 

He waved, and unlocked the door. 

“Hi,” 

She returned his greeting, but he couldn’t help but notice how strained and nervous her smile was; the sheen of sweat breaking out on her forehead, and how she clenched and unclenched her fists. 

The next thing he noticed was the pendant in the dip of her collarbone— the familiar crescent moon winking up at him. 

“You’re wearing the necklace?” His voice cracked. 

She gave him a small smile, her hand reaching up to the pendant. “Yeah. I love it,” 

He offered her a small smile, before starting his car, and the both of them made their way to Nevins’ Street in silence. 

He stopped at the street adjacent to the street where the house was, and, after he turned off the car, leaving nothing but silence between the both of them. 

“You okay?” he asked, gently. His voice broke in nervousness. 

Her hand went to her bag, which was on her shoulder, and said, “Fine. Nervous, but fine.” 

Her voice was wobbly. 

“It’ll be fine.” He said, trying to display some confidence. 

She looked at him with tired eyes. 

“Let’s go.” She rubbed the back of her neck, a tone of finality in her voice. 

They left his car, and she glanced nervously in the direction of the house. 

“Do I look fine?” She asked, as she tugged at the necklace, gently. 

She was wearing a sleeveless, long, calf-length black dress that had a curved neckline, and was cinched at her waist. 

She smiled at him, nervously, again. 

A lump formed in his throat, as heat creeped up his cheeks. 

The word ‘beautiful’ bubbled up to his lips, but he quickly swallowed it, thinking: That would be inappropriate. 

“You look… fine,” he croaked out. 

Her smile faltered— if only for a second, as her brow furrowed in confusion— as she said, “You look nice,” 

He looked down at himself— he was wearing a simple, black suit, with a black tie, and black shoes. 

“Thanks,” 

He adjusted his tie. “Let’s do this,” 

In response, she only took a deep breath, and shot a glare in the direction the house was in. 

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There was a line at the main gate, where several people were waiting to enter. 

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