Holland Myers. A 23 year old artist.
Holland, also known as Holly to her friends and family, has always been obsessed with art ever since she was a little kid.
Captivated by it. Enamoured with it. It's the thing she loves the most in the world.
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"Holly!" Lacy calls as she and one of our co-workers Megan approach me.
"We're going to get drinks, wanna come with us?" she asks as I pull my hair out from under my jacket that I just put on.
"Sounds fun. I'm in" I smile earning a smile back from both girls.
I've been working at the gallery for about a week now and it's been great.
Lacy introduced me to Megan on my second day and the three of us hit it off.
They are both so nice and funny and to be honest I'm glad we get along.
I could use some friends since all my old ones were Jason's friends and are on his side in the breakup.
"Let's go dance our asses off and get wasted" Megan smiles excitedly, shimmying her shoulders, making Lacy and I laugh.
A girl's night out is just what I need. ___________________________________
"Three shots of tequila!" Megan shouts to the bartender over the loud music.
"You got it" he winks, making Megan smirk flirtatiously.
"She flirts with every bartender even if she isn't interested in them" Lacy says in my ear so I can hear her over the music.
"On the house" the bartender says as he smirks at Megan, placing our shots on the bar before tending to another person.
"And that is why" Lacy smirks, making me laugh.
"Sometimes men are so easy. You just have to bat your eyes and flash em a little smile and you can get whatever you want" Megan shrugs, a sly smile on her face.
"Is she a genius or what?" Lacy laughs and I smile, grabbing my shot.
"Cheers!" we all shout as we clink our drinks together before downing them.
"Ooo I love this song!" Lacy exclaims when the song I Like It by Enrique Iglesias begins playing.
"Let's go!" Megan smiles, grabbing Lacy and I's hands, dragging us onto the crowded dance floor.
While dancing I feel a pair of eyes burning into the side of my head and I look around trying to find the culprit.
Not finding the person I shrug it off and ignore it.
"I'm gonna get another drink!" I yell to Megan and Lacy.
"Be careful!" Megan replies as I weave my way through the swarm of bodies, trying to get to the bar.
I reach the bar and order another shot, once again feeling a stare on me.
My gaze drifts over the crowd of people before glancing up to the VIP section that overlooks the dance floor, my eyes clashing with slightly familiar green eyes.
The tall man is bracing himself against the railing, his gaze set firmly on me.
I can't see all of the features of his face but I can tell right away he's hot.
The tattoos scattered across his arms are a dead giveaway.
Anyone who has tattoos is automatically attractive in my book.
"Here you go" the bartender snaps me out of my staring contest with the tatted stranger as he places my shot in front of me.
"Thank you" I smile before drinking it.
I turn back around and look back up to the VIP section, no longer seeing the man there.
Brushing his sudden disappearance off, I'm about to go back out onto the dance floor when my phone vibrates in my pants pocket.
I pull my phone out of my pocket seeing a text from Mom.
Deciding to go to a quiet location to text her back, I make my way over to the bathrooms.
Once I reach the bathrooms I lean against the wall and right as I'm about to open her text, someone speaks.
"Holland" a deep voice says, making me lift my head, meeting those green eyes from a couple of minutes ago.
Now that we are in a fully lighted hallway, I'm able to get a full look at his face.
I was so right. He is hot.
Like the kind of hot where you lose the ability to speak.
Mom's text long forgotten, I pull myself together and cross my arms over my chest.
"Do I know you?" I ask confusedly, raising a brow and satisfaction quickly flashing in his eyes.
"We've met before" he nods, confusing me further.
He does sound familiar but I can't place where we've supposedly met.
"I'm sorry, you're gonna have to elaborate" I chuckle sheepishly.
"Iced vanilla latte with an extra shot of espresso" he says, causing my eyebrows to furrow.
That's my exact coffee order. How did he know that?
Wait.
"Oh my god" I breathe out, the realization hitting me.
He's the asshole that caused me to drop my coffee and didn't have the common sense or decency to apologize.
"You" I grumble, scowling while narrowing my eyes at him.
