Romanticise About Me

Chapter 1: Tantalised

Sunday evening. LED lights, nightclub music, luxurious lounges along the dance floor, addictive drinks at the bar, a lively atmosphere, and a large number of people. This was the typical getaway for these youngsters. Crack a bottle of champagne and dance the night away. And who knows... some are lucky to encounter a special someone. Yet, it was all up to fate.

Itzel Fountain took a seat at the red stools at the front of the bar. She positioned one leg over the other and leaned her crossed arms on the black marbled countertop.

She wore an alluring scarlet red bodycon dress with thin straps and short in length, the hem ending just above her knees. She matched her dress with black stilettos, the heels more on the thick side. Her blow-dried straight dark brown hair flowed perfectly over her porcelain skin. Her makeup was simple yet glamorous, especially with her red-tinted lip gloss, it really popped! Her dark cyan eyes were alluring to anyone who came across her. She was a stunning female youngster in the eyes of many.

Itzel sat alone, though it occurred to her that there was an empty seat to her left. She waited eagerly for somebody to sit there. If only it could be that special someone, as cliché as it might sound.

"Hey Itzel, want to get a drink with me?" Mike Foreman, a friend who has taken a liking in Itzel, tantalised flirtatiously while seated to her right coincidentally.

Mike wore a neutral brown leather jacket over a white singlet, the jacket was long sleeved yet his metallic watch was visible around his right wrist. His black pants were semi-formal, just like his brown chukka shoes. His curly caramel brown hair was slicked back but had a few hair strands hovering over his forehead. Mike's skin tone was beige and from up close he had a slightly unshaven face, but from afar it looked completely clean. He also had mesmerising chestnut brown eyes.

"You wish," Itzel gazed at him, playing with a strand of her hair, without realising he was there beside her.

"Can I get your number, gorgeous?" he asked while playing along like they've just met for the first time.

"Hah, I won't protest to that," she chuckled, flicking her hair backwards.

"A yes it is then," he grinned while he began emptying his pockets for his phone. He ended up taking all his things out; his wallet, a packet of tissues, car keys, a few silver dollar coins and an odd-looking love keychain. He laid them out one by one on the countertop as if someone was doing a security check on him.

Itzel couldn't help but snatch that love keychain, "Hah, what the fucks this? Some kind of lucky charm you use to hook up with girls?" she questioned in a joking manner while swirling the keychain on her index finger teasingly.

"H-hey! Give me that!" Mike snatched it back out of Itzel's grip, "And no, not quite."

Itzel raised an eyebrow curiously, "Then what?"

"Hahaha, how did that end up in my pockets? That must have been accidental, whoops," Mike spoke sheepishly as he brushed off Itzel's comment.

"That doesn't sound convincing, Mike," Itzel teased, on the verge of giggling.

"Besides the point, your number, gorgeous?" he inquired flirtatiously.

"Hah, right... xxxx-xxx-xxx," she tittered as Mike dialled the numbers into a new contact on his phone. He smiled cheekily while inserting all his belongings and mobile phone back into his pockets, peering at Itzel, "So, I heard that you've transferred to a new uni. Whereabouts is it? It wouldn't happen to be the one I go to, would it?"

"And what if it was?" Itzel played along.

Itzel had transferred to QU, an abbreviation for Quinlan University, a week ago and met Mike on her first day. Since then, she has only really socialised with Mike. However, the two don't share any lectures or tutorials together, they have just shared each other's company on lunch breaks thus far.