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He sat there looking at you. With his hand underneath his chin, keeping his head upwards a bit, while he looked down at you. He was sitting at the bar, with his arms leaning on the bar. He looked seductively at you, smirking a bit as he saw you turn red. You wondered who he was, and how he could look so good, while you found his eyes giving in that he was drunk. He was wearing a silky black shirt, with nicely fitted pants and glistening neat shoes. His hair was ruffled up a bit, as he let his fingers wander through it.

He scraped his throat, before letting any words pass his tongue. ''Hi'' He whispered with a husky voice towards you. You could hear him well as you were sitting right next to him, even though the music was blasting loud in the club you were in. ''Hi'' you said back at him. Normally you were spontaneous, giving in in sudden impulses, but you tried to hold yourself in. You took a gulp of your whiskey. ''How are you doing tonight?'' he smirked again towards you, changing the position of his hands a bit so his head was leaning slantwise. You stroke your light-blonde hair behind your ear as you pressed your red lips together.  ''I'm doing fine, thank you.''He took another sip of his alcoholic drink and moved the hand that his head was leaning on, and turned it towards you. You took his hand as he firmly shook it; even firmlier than you and it hurt a bit. ''Oliver Kai''  He said as he let go of your hand, not waiting for you to respond with your name.

''I work as manager at a big bussiness, i know the CEO very well.'' He told you proudly while raising his voice a bit so he was not whispering anymore. You could smell his breath which smelled like alcohol a lot. ''You're charming'' He then said out of the blue. You look up to him with your blue eyes with fake lashes applied. You tried hard on your make-up tonight. You felt him swoon over you. Then, a rush of energy filled you up. You stood up from your stool. Maybe it was because of the song that was playing right now, or the alcohol making you excited and daring.. or just your usual self giving in to your impulses but you pulled him with you to the dance floor. He smiled instead of smirking, looking like he didn't mind. You started to dance, feeling pretty high on alcohol and you could feel his eyes stare at you. He was loving every moment of it. He loved to see you dance.

He was moving to the rhythm too, standing right before you. You wondered how he could move so well in the clothes that he was wearing. Well, you weren't wearing the most functional clothes yourself either. A black bodycon dress and black heels. But still, you always felt great dancing. The music was blasting so loud that you completely gave in. You and him were dancing pretty close to eachother. Swifting lights changing colour hitting his face, you could take a good look at his face. He was pretty for a man. He moved his head towards you, making you step backwards out of surprise, but he chuckled and grabbed you by your hips and pulled you back. His head moved towards your ear. ''I like how you move'' Your heart sank by the sudden actions and you could feel your heart beating a little faster. He moved his head back and stared into your eyes for a bit. He looked so confident. Then he let his hands glide of your hips and moved them in the air while still moving to the rhythm. For the longest moment both of you were just sucked up in the music, eyeing eachother.

Little drops of sweat were glistening on his forehead, his hand stroking through his hair. He looked so serieus right now, you thought to yourself. Pulling your eyes away from him, you took a glance at the time. 03:30. Even with your head clouded in the alcohol, you could still remind yourself that you had a job interview tomorrow, and you pulled him to the side, getting some annoyed glances thrown at you from other people you suddenly interrupted. ''I'm leaving'' You said with a loud voice. The look on his face didn't change much. ''Thank you for tonight, have a good sleep.'' He said. Quite some manners, you thought. Maybe that wasn't so surprising seeing as he told you he was a manager. Manners were needed. You waved at him, and smiled before turning away and walking towards the exit. You could hear him saying something that sounded like: ''Your name'' But with the alcohol still clouding your head, you decided to go home as quick as possible.