Phara Camille meets O(+> in the strangest of ways after solving a mystery no one knew was there. Minneapolis ends up being a smaller and smaller city as she comes to form a relationship with the man behind the music.
This is a story of love, lies...
"Going once, going twice, sold! To Mister Nelson who again is always impeccably dressed."
The audience cheers again as he walks from the crowd and up to the side of the stage. I just smile like I'm not the least bit freaking out on the inside. He holds his hand out and I take it as he helps me down the stairs. "Thank you."
"You're welcome. I'm sorry if I took too long to bid, it was just hilarious to watch those guys go at it."
"I..I'm actually surprised you bid for me at all."
"Who wouldn't want to bid for you?" He continued holding my hand as we went back to watch the rest of the girls get called. I was speechless at how natural this felt. Hell, he did have a way of making me feel comfortable. "This by the way doesn't mean you have to take me up on my offer."
"No-I know....I want to take it though. I've had time to think on it and it seems like the thing I need to broaden my horizons." He smiled shyly, his lashes seeming to touch his cheeks as he blinks. "That's the best news I've heard all week."
I get nervous under his gaze and look away back at the stage. His eyes are still on me. "You look beautiful by the way. I like your hair like this."
"Thank you. You're looking handsome yourself."
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"That's 24/7 Ms. Camille." He pops his collar jokingly and I giggle at his antics. We stay holding hands until the biding is over. Briana thanks the crowd and the music goes into full swing again. "How are you liking the band?" He says pulling us into a dancing position. I follow along put a hand on his shoulder. "They sound good to me."
"Eh, I think they could be better."
"I think with someone as musically inclined as you the music can always sound better."
"You've got me again. But what about you? Do you really play clarinet and flute?"
"From sixth to twelfth grade I did. I'm pretty sure I could pick them up again."
"I'd like to see that." He smiles like he's already coming up with a plan. "I'm not making any promises." I say, twirling around as he spins me. We dance for a few more minutes until Briana comes and interrupts us. "It looks like you two hit it off! Mr. Nelson if she says anything out of line please know that we don't do refunds."
"Briana!" She can be so embarrassing. P just laughs and agrees. I realize that we can't say anything about knowing each other outside of our kids attending the same school so I don't say anything. We go over and sit at a table with Briana and her husband. Just as we're sitting Denise and Kevin comes to join. I have to admit I'm the only one who feels awkward or at least that's the way it feels.
"What's shakin' Mr. Taylor!" P shakes Kevin's hand with a huge smile on his face. Kevin reciprocates, dapping him up too. "Ain't nothin' but a thang."
