"I just can't seem to forget such a pretty face as yours." She extends her hand and uses her back to caress Fantasia's cheek. "Simply beautiful. And don't get me started on that voice." This causes goosebumps to appear all over Fantasia's body. The worker removes her hand, causing Fantasia to immediately miss its warmth.
"Uhh... T-thank you" Fantasia stutters.
"You're so welcome," the woman says. They have a stare that is worth a million words. Fantasia can't seem to pull herself away. She has never reacted this way before from a woman. What was so different about the worker that drew her in?
"Let's keep walking; I think we're almost there." The worker smirks, breaking away from intense stare.
"Yeah, okay," Fantasia says as she shakes her head and continues walking.
A slightly awkward but yet comfortable silence falls over them as they descend a flight of stairs. Fantasia notices the activity of the people around her. The light chatter echoes off the walls, as does the performer's subdued music emanating from the stage. There is a quiet pandemonium of individuals scrambling around, attempting to fulfill their tasks. The crew members are seen toting around backup light equipment, cables, microphones, and outfits and props for upcoming performances. Everyone seems to be doing their job proficiently. One feature in particular stands out to Fantasia: their outfits. The workers are dressed differently from the lady escorting her. They're all wearing yellow t-shirts with black horizontal stripes paired with black slacks and some simple-looking tennis shoes. Their attire kind of reminds Fantasia of bees.
"So, is it your first time performing here?" the woman asks, snapping Fantasia out of her daze.
"Mmhmm... And I am nervous about it." Fantasia nervously chuckles.
"Oh, girl, hush," She makes a shooing gesture with her hand. "You have nothing to worry about... You're an absolute natural. Your performances are nothing short of amazing, babygirl." Fantasia's body begins to heat up. It's just something about how this lady talks to her that gets her blood flowing.
"Thank you! You just don't know how much your kind words mean to me." Fantasia shyly speaks. "Especially from such a pretty woman as yourself."
The lady looks at the singer from her side, displaying a grin. "No problem, sugar." She gently bumps Fantasia's shoulder, prompting her to grin and look at her from the side. "Your voice is so powerful that you command any crowd you perform for... Nobody's touching you." The worker shrugs one shoulder.
"I'm not sure about all that," she nervously giggles.
"What... You are one of the baddest in the game right now. The worker's voice fades as Fantasia thinks, "I swear, if she keeps it up, I'm going to—"
The worker stops moving and talking. The singer notices this and comes to a halt too.
"Are you okay?" Fantasia concernedly asks. The woman turns to face Fantasia, clasping her hands behind her back. She takes a few steps forward, reducing the gap between them until their faces are directly in front of each other.
"What?" the worker asks, staring at Fantasia with serious eyes and speaking in an authoritative tone. It surprises Fantasia and causes her to stand at attention. She leans closer and asks, "What are you going to do, Fantasia?" directly into her ear. Fantasia's body trembles as she feels the woman's breath on her neck. While her face is frozen, she watches the worker in her peripheral vision until the lady comes into her direct line of sight. Fantasia lowers her eyes, embarrassed and nervous, unable to meet the woman's stare.
"Uhh... You heard that?" She says she was flushed. The worker takes a step back, allowing Fantasia to expel a breath she didn't realize she was holding.
