A Second Dance with Fate

Chapter 3

Chapter 3:

    I glance behind him and see that the creepy man had stopped in his tracks, a scowl on his face, clearly watching to see what I was going to do next. It would be better for me to dance with this guy instead of hiding in the girls bathroom all night. Looking back at the guy in front of me, I smile sweetly, placing my hand in his, I reply, "I would like that."

    We walk toward the dance floor hand in hand. I glance back at the creepy guy and watch as he walks back toward his place on the wall, arms placed across his chest, watching us. I shiver at the idea of being watched by him. Hopefully he gets bored soon and leaves, I don't want to be looking over my shoulder the whole night.

    The guy wraps his arm around my waist, while taking my hand in his. I nervously place my other hand on his shoulder. This feels too close and intimate for a dance with a guy I just met. I look again at the creepy man, the scowl is noticeably deeper on his face. It looks like it's helping the keep older man away from thinking he had a chance with me.

    "Relax," the guy whispers in my ear. I snap my head to look at him, did he know what I was thinking? "He won't bother you as long as he thinks I'm with you. Why do you think I asked you to dance with me?"

    I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. "You were watching me?" Okay, that is also creepy, to have two guys watching me. Yet, for some reason the idea of dancing with this guy put me less on edge than the idea of dancing with the older man.

    The guy chuckles. "Not on purpose, like the old man. I was looking for my boss when I noticed the two of you. I could tell you weren't thrilled with the idea of dancing with him, so I decided to cut in."

    Wow, that was perceptive of him! "Is your boss going to be upset that you're dancing with me and not working?"

    "Nah," he responds casually, an easy smile on his face. "My boss is my mom. I'm more helping her out as a favor."

    "Well, thank you — what's your name?" It just dawns on me that we hadn't exchanged names.

    He looks at me, a soft smile appearing on his face, his light blue eyes sparkling in the light. My heart flutters, gosh, he is handsome! "Landon," he replies softly.

    "Alexa."

    "So, Landon," I begin as we start to sway to the slow rhythm of the song. "What kind of bet did you lose to have to work on a Friday night?"

    He looks at me and chuckles, clearly taken aback by my question. "What makes you think I've lost a bet? Couldn't I have done this out of the kindness of my heart?"

    I shrug. "I don't know, I find it hard to believe a guy in his twenties would willingly give up a Friday night to work without pay."

    "Wow, twenties, I'm flattered you think I'm that young."

    I suddenly stop dancing and look at him with my mouth slightly open. Oh no, how old is he?

    This time Landon lets out a laugh and shakes his head in amusement, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "Relax, I'm twenty-six." I let out a sigh of relief and let him continue to lead me through the dance. "You are making an awful lot of assumptions about me though."

    I blush in embarrassment. I guess I was assuming a lot of negative things about him considering I'd just met him and I wasn't giving him the benefit of the doubt that he was an overall good human.

    "Although I will say, I am learning an awful lot about you."

    I look at him quizzically. What on earth could he be learning about me?