Before I know it I'm twirling on a dance floor with my dream guy. His messy brown-blonde hair and his blue eyes just seem so... perfect.
We have a small talk and we both eventually get thirsty.
"So do you want to get a drink?" James inquiries as he signals up to the bar.
In my head all I'm thinking about is getting a drink, after all my dancing so, I respond,
"Definitely." Hoping not to sound rude, my mouth feels like a desert at the moment.
As we interlock hands and swagger up to the bar and get my purse off my shoulders.
"No, no, no. I got it!"
"Thanks James. Your too sweet!"
I ask for a mimosa. James asks for the same.
"So..." I say as I attempt to make small talk.
"You know you look beautiful tonight, even though I just met you. You just look... Stunning."
I'm pretty sure you can see my blushing radiating through my face even in the dim club lights.
"T-thank you." I stammer.
After hours of dancing, talking, and getting to know each other, I decide I should probably go home.
"What time is it?" I inquire.
"1:30"
"What!!???" I gasp.
"I think I need to get going. Sorry James."
"Hey, Allie? Here's my number."
He puts the number in my phone.
"Thanks James. I had the best night."
He kisses me on the cheek and whispers,
"No problem."
We both awkwardly smile at one another for what seems like hours, no days, no YEARS!
As soon as I get home I text James. I just can't seem to get him off of my mind.
Hey James.
Hey Allie! What's up?
Just got home...
Seems kinda lonely...
Yeah :(
I can come over...
You would do that?
Anything for a pretty girl
Great!
.....
I click away and give my address. In about a half hour, I hear my doorbell go off. Gazing through the peephole I see its James. I open the wooden door and he comes in as I gesture him to the couch.
