𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔，Elijah Mikaelson【𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍】

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

2012.

"Where's your invitation?"

The woman smirked, blinking innocently at the guard. "I gave it to you, didn't I?"

"No, you didn't-"

She whistled a small tune, a divine tune, which made him stop his sentence.

Such an entrancing tune! He thought.

The man looked at her in awe as he robotically gestured for her to enter. "I remember now, ma'am. I apologise for the inconvenience."

She nodded in thanks before walking in with a smirk, handing her coat to another man, who was waiting inside.

Her dark blue eyes danced over the fancy people in gowns and suits.

She walked towards the bar table, her heels clicking loudly, making people turn to her and stare a moment before shaking their heads, as if getting out of a trance.

"What can I get you, pretty lady?" The bartender smirked.

She rolled her eyes. "A dirty martini."

His eyebrows lifted. "Didn't think you'd be a vodka gal."

"Assumptions could get you in animal attacks these days, sugar." Her eyes pierced his, almost through them.

"Do you even take your alcohol wel-"

A poised voice cut him off.

"I believe the lady asked you for a drink. The proper thing to do is do it." The man narrowed his eyes at the bartender. "So, do it. Silently."

The bartender nodded. "Yes, Mister Mikaelson."

"Mikaelson." She mused as she watched the bartender make her drink whilst the poised man walked closer, to stand near her. "This is your shindig, Mister Mikaelson?"

His eyes looked at her dark blue ones, catching the slight thin ring of yellowish brown around her pupil, her dimples on show as she smiled at him.

Well, smirked at him.

She was only three or four centimetres shorter than him, making her in heels seem taller than he is by a finger or two.

She had carried herself with confidence and mischief the moment she walked in.

Perhaps that's what drew him in.

The black dress that was positively phenomenal on her.

"My family's." He corrected before raising his palm up, for her to put her hand on. "Elijah Mikaelson. A pleasure to make your acquaintance Miss...?"

She paused a moment before spitting out the first name that came to mind.

"Natasha." She answered, a smug glint in her blue eyes. "Natasha Romanova."

She grimaced internally.

Really? The black widow?

"Natasha Romanova." He tested the name.

It sounded quite familiar.

Their conversation is cut short as he hears his mother ascending the stairs.

"I have to go a moment." He looked at her regretfully. "But I would like to ask you for a dance."

"Then ask." She leaned on the bar as her drink brought out.

He smirked slightly before walking to the stairs.

He didn't ask. She mused in her head.

Natasha sipped her drink as she studied everyone around her whilst Elijah spoke.