In a far, far away world much like our own, there was the world renowned Elio Novan. From the outside, he seemed perfect, wealthy, influential, untouchable, but still kind, friendly, generous, and sympathetic. But, in classic rich person fashion, hi...
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A smile crept onto my face as I stood up, the heat of anticipation running through me. I didn't know where the courage came from, or if it was even courage at all... now that I think about it... it's probably the alcohol, haha.
Without thinking further, I started walking toward Derix.
"HEY... hey, girl, what are you doing?!" Emma's voice shot out like an alarm as soon as I started moving.
I paused for a second, turned around, and gave them the biggest, most confident smile I could muster, a grin that was more for myself than them.
"I'm going to go be the whore he fucks," I said, before spinning back around, focusing on the bar, on him... on Derix...
I didn't care how risky this was. I didn't care that it could all blow up in my face. What if he wasn't as drunk as I thought? What if he'd recognize me? what if it was a mistake?
But then, as my feet carried me closer, I realized I didn't give a fuck.
"I'm going to enjoy tonight," I murmured under my breath, my heart hammering with the rush of it all.
I took a deep breath and sat down at the bar. The bartender came over with a greeting, smiling in that way they always do when they're just trying to do their job.
(GERMAN) "Und, wat darf's sein für dich, dame?"
(ENGLISH) (So, what can I get you, lady?)
I glanced at Derix from the corner of my eye, already thinking about what this was going to be. My heart thudded. Rethinking every decision for a second but there was no turning back now...
(GERMAN) "Siehst du den Mann da drüben?"
(ENGLISH) (You see that man over there?) I nodded in his direction.
(GERMAN) "Ich nehm einfach das, was er hat. Oh, und sag ihm, das nächste geht auf mich."
(ENGLISH) (I'll just have whatever he's having. Oh, and tell him the next one's on me.) I said with a smile.
The bartender gave a short laugh, nodding, then took off to get my order.
(GERMAN) "Wird gemacht! Ein Moment, ich mach das klar und geb ihm Bescheid."
(ENGLISH) (Will do! One moment, I'll get that sorted and let him know.)
I leaned back on my seat, my hands gripping the edge of the counter. Time slowed down as I let my eyes linger on him. My Derix...
God, he was just... something else. It wasn't even about the physical attraction. It was the way he carried himself, the way the world seemed to bend around him, how everything about him felt out of reach but somehow, in this moment, possible.
I stayed there, just staring. Watching. Waiting.
Just a little bit more... and he'd notice me. He'd talk to me. He had to.
