Track list for this chapter:
Monster - Imagine Dragons
This Moment - Katy Perry
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Claire's POV
I stare at him while he takes a seat. I hope he's gonna do the talking because I'm sure as hell not going to.
"Hey, do you have a jersey cause I need a name and number.", the guy says then winks. He has a deep Australian accent, which I gotta say is alluring.
I laugh, "I already heard that one, you're gonna have to try harder than that."
"Feisty, I like it. Okay how about..." He pauses.
"I would liken you
To a night without stars
Were it not for your eyes.
I would liken you
To a sleep without dreams
Were it not for your songs."
What? Where did that come from? He goes from a cheesy pickup line to this.
I gaze deeply into his hazel eyes that seem to glisten in the dim room. "Quoting Langston Hughes I see." I tell him, breaking the silence.
"So you're familiar with Hughes' work. You don't seem like the type of person to know this."
I playfully push his arm. "Oh please, I recited that poem when I was 4 years old.", I brag.
"Impressive but I'm gonna need more proof, let me buy you a drink."
"I already hav-", I am cut off by this stranger calling for a waitress.
Less than a few seconds, the waitress place two beer bottles on the table.
"Cheers, to the pretty lady in black.", he says confidentially and raises his bottle.
"Which one? I mean mostly everyone in here is wearing black.", I joke and earn a laugh from him.
"Well yes, they're wearing black, but you're the pretty one so...", he slides the beer across the table to me. "And I haven't caught your name."
I grab the bottle. "I don't know... you might be a psychopath for all I know.", I pause, "But I mean a name won't hurt, It's Claire Sherwood."
"Well, Claire Sherwood, I would like you to have my number.", with that said, he takes my phone and puts in his number. I really should put a passcode, but pressing in my passcode all the damn time is unconvenient. I must say, his overconfidence is kind of attractive.
"If you want to talk, just hit me up.", he says while getting up.
"Wait I haven't got your name!", I practically yell across the restaurant.
He didn't say anything, but I caught a glimse of him smirking.
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