Mr Smith, Miss Jackson.

Chapter 1

Her dancing is what caught my eye, the enticing woman across the room.
 "Just go talk to her!" Ralph encourages. I raise an eyebrow. People like her don't like people like me. She's confident, fun, different. I'm shy and strange. I like historical stories and songs full of meaning. She likes to dance to Kesha in a packed club.
"You know I can't and you know why I can't." I mutter, turning back to my drink.
"Come on Dan, just go to her, what harm can it do." Kate grabs my hand and drags me onto the dance floor. I protest but her grip is too strong and before I know it I'm pressed against five strangers jumping to a thumping song I couldn't hear the lyrics to if I tried. Kate shouts something to me but I can't make it out before she disappears.
"Well hello Mr Smith." a sultry voice whispers in my ear. I spin around to see the dancing girl from before. I gulp nervously and she grins at me before tugging me away from the crowd.
"Do you know who I am?" She asks, leading me towards an empty booth. I shake my head, unable to form a single word. She sits down and pats the seat next to her. I join her, my cheeks heating up and my heart racing.
"Well, you can call me Miss Jackson. And you will call me Miss Jackson. Okay?" I nod nervously, making her laugh.
"You're cute." She laughs, tapping my nose. Her smile falters slightly.
"You don't have to do this you know." She tells me seriously.
"D-do what?" I stutter.
 "You know what I am right?" I shake my head, feeling stupid.
"A prostitute." She answers bluntly. I try not to let my feelings show but they're too strong. I should've known. She isn't talking to me because she likes me, she's talking to me because it's her job.
"Dan, I'm sorry. I've liked you and your music for a long time, when I saw you I couldn't resist coming to see you. But I can't lie to you, this is the only way I can make money. I'm not proud of it but it's my only choice." her eyes begin to fill up and I wrap an arm around her shoulder.
"Come home with me?" I ask quietly. She looks at me, confused.
"I never thought you were that kind of person." She shuffles away from me slightly. I shake my head wildly, shaking off the accusation.
 "Not for that. You look like you could use a break from work. Do you like KFC? We can grab some on the way." She laughs and shakes her head.
"You're as adorable in real life as you are in your interviews. I do like KFC." She winds her fingers through mine and we walk out hand in hand.