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"Do you like it?"
"Huh?"
"The name. Sunshine."
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( FLASHBACK )
𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐅𝐄, the sunlight peeks from the nearby window as you sip what must've been your fifth cup of coffee. You had spent all morning staring at a blank page on your laptop, facing what was undoubtedly the dreaded case of writer's block.
The bartender sneaks small glances at you from his table, starting to grow a little concerned as you come up to order once more.
"Refill please," you mutter.
He gives you a look through his glasses, hesitantly taking your empty cup to the coffee machine. "You got it..."
You take the cup from him, holding it gingerly between both hands as you blow on it the way back to your table.
You lean back in your chair, letting out slow breathes as you strain your ears to listen to the song playing over the speakers—a game you've been playing all through the still morning.
After a few seconds, you're able to recognize it to be "Come A Little Bit Closer" by Jay & the Americans. You smile, beginning to uncover your hidden enthusiasm as you tap your fingers on the edge of your table.
You feel a pair of cold hands rest over your eyes, followed by a breathy voice in your ear. "Guess who?" it coos.
Smiling, you feign dramatic confusion. "Hmm..."
Vox rolls his eyes, spinning your chair around to face him. "Hey, sunshine."
You furrow your eyebrows. "Sunshine?" you repeat, a little amused by the childish nickname. "That's cheesy as fuck." You lean forward, running your fingers through his jet-black hair.
Vox rests his chin on your lap, looking up at you on the stool with a loving gaze. "It's because you light up my day!" he explains. "My sun... my beautiful sun."
You roll your eyes, cupping Vox's face to bring his lips up to your own. The two of you hold the kiss for a moment before Vox opens his mouth in attempt to use his tongue. You laugh and break the kiss. "Okay! Okay... Jesus."
He curls his lips into a coy smile, flashing his pearly smile at you. "Hey...I wasn't done," he protests.
"Well I was."
He hums for a moment, his face lighting up. "Hey, I like this song."
"Mmm... that's nice, dear." You say, burying your nose in the sweet scent of his hair.
"Come dance with me?"
You snap your head up, looking down at him as you cradle his head. "What?"
"Dance with me," he repeats, holding out a hand to cup your cheek. "Pleaseeee?"
You laugh. "Hah! No." He knows you don't like to dance.
It became obvious that the choice was not up to you once Vox drags you out of your chair by the hand, bringing his hand to the curve of your waist whilst lacing his fingers with your hands.
"Vox..." you growl under your breath, giving him a look that ought to scare him out of embarrassing you...again.
He shoots back a mischievous smile, his grin emitting sarcastic innocence. "Yes, baby?" With his words, he begins to sway you around, only causing your cheeks to flush even deeper once you begin to earn confused glances from the people at other tables.
"Vox...!" you repeat, sounding more like an annoyed plead.
"Yes, baby," he says again, resting his head on your shoulder as he rocks you to and fro. He kisses the area below your ear. "Do you need something? You know I'll do anything for you..." he whispers, closing his eyes to relish the moment.
A wave of butterflies begins to pool in your stomach, and a shiver crawls its' way up your spine. "You're embarrassing me."
"Aww..."
"You said you'd do anything for me. Mind stopping?"
"Anything but that," he clarifies.
To further humiliate you, Vox pulls back and spins you around, tripping you with his shoe just to catch you once more in his arms. You let out a little yelp, latching onto the collar of his dress shirt for support. "Fuck you."
"I'm sure I can work that into my schedule." He responds.
Vox pauses, his gaze turning over to a younger couple beginning to join the two of you in dancing. You feel the weight in your stomach begin to lighten up.
"Seeeee? We're starting a trend," Vox says to you.
Soon enough, more and more people join in, spinning each other around tables with equal grace. No one was in perfect unison, as cinematic as it would seem—yet it was beautiful. No one was in perfect fashion, in fact, most of them were quite bad. Admittedly, it was fun to laugh and be close with one another.
With the song coming to its end, everyone began to clap for themselves, and you roll your eyes.
"So, do you like it?" Vox smiles.
You tilt your head. "Huh?"
"The name. Sunshine."
A laugh escapes your throat, and you shake your head. "No. Not at all."
"Well, you're going to have to get damn well used to it..."
