Conversations With The Moon (Bruno Mars One-Shots)

Finesse pt. 9

"So, you got room for me out there?" You ask pressing your phone between your ear and your shoulder as you zip your purse up and hoist it up on your shoulder.

"Of course," your younger cousin Yassenia replies in a light voice. "We've already had our recital and were gearing up to start dance camp. Alot of the choreographers take off in the summer."

"How does your summer program work?"You walk out of the office and close the door behind you. Danni waves as you head toward the foyer. He motions, raise one hand and pointing at his wrist with his other hand. You motion back one-thirty, he nods and you continue out the door headed for the parking lot.

"Almost exactly as it does during the school year." There's a little commotion in the background then then a door closing and the squeak of an old rolling office chair. "We're already looking into people."

"What are the hours like?"

"Ten-thirty AM to eight PM, Monday through Friday, Saturday's and Sundays off," she replies. "They come in at around nine thirty ish, we have stretches together and then they get split in to their respective classes by ten-thirty for their major class. Then there's lunch at twelve-thirty and after that classes resume, so on and so forth." Inside your car you make sure your phone is hooked up to your car to continue the call. You set your phone in the center console.

"Uh huh." You breathed as you back out of your parking spot and drive out of the lot.

"There are sections you can choose from."

"Cool," you turn out on to the street and make a left to join the current traffic.

"And pay?" you request.

"This is New York City sis, fifteen dollars an hour is the starter. It depends on how many kids chosen your style of dance. The high the difficulty, the more kids and classes your teach, the better you get paid. It only goes up a dollar or two per child but it adds up, trust me."

"Sounds like my kind of job," you muse thinking about how much you could rack up for the summer.

"So, you comin' to hang with me?"

"Yeah, I'll take you up on your offer," you confirm.

"Cool, send in your application and I'll push it through the process. Text me when you'll be coming over," she chimes.

"Alright, I will. Love you cuz."

"Love you too, see you soon!" She shouts a quick 'bye' and you do as well as you hear the line click off. You pull up to the little coffee house on your left and park close to the sidewalk, turn your car off and reach over for your bag when your phone, still hooked up to your car begins ringing. The caller id takes a minute or two to and before it shows you hit answer.

"Hey," a voice you've come to welcome greets you. You reply with the same word and you can almost picture that smile you've come to know walking across face revealing his dimpled cheeks.

"How as your day been so far?" Bruno asks.

"Pretty good, I'm actually on break right now."

"Then...can I stop by the studio and see you?"

"Nah, I'm not there but you can meet me in the park next to the coffee house I usually go to."

"Yeah?" You assure him that your little impromptu date is cool and after your get your lunch to go, you walk over. He texts your directions to where he is waiting for you a little ways into the park. After several, almost roundabout turns past hedges taller than you are, you spot him standing near an old fashion black paint iron bench with wooded seating. As you disturb the pebbles, twigs and leaves at your feet he notices you and that smile you pictured in your mind only moments ago sweeps across his face. He's dressed simply in a pair of old converse, dark jeans, a striped shirt and a black bomber jacket with a golden yellow beanie hiding most of his curls. You step in the area he's standing in and once you walk in far enough to hid the two of you from the bushes he begins walking toward you. He stands in front of you and offers you his hands he take the and raises your hands before you. He drops them and they fall on his should as his hands fin your waist. He glaces at your lips, you lean in but before your lips his meet yours. You lips grasp one another's as seconds pass. One of his hands moves down to your ass and when he gives it a little squeeze you kiss him deeper. Afterward, he starts to draw away from you but pull him back in. You feel his lips curve upward against yours.