you came out of the jazz club crying cause of the drama that happened. first, your friend was having an angry lecture at you for supposedly leaving her and treating her like shit, then you nearly killed an innocent man by dropping your wine glass on accident.
this wasn't you. you checked yourself to see if you weren't drunk — which in fact not, thank God. then you check to see if there were any blood on you or if your clothes were missing. you were luckily still in one piece.
your arms wrap around your rib cage as you lean your head against the wall of the jazz club. water escaped from your eye and dripped to the ground. you take your head to wipe your rolling tears.
this was totally the best night ever. sIkE
now you have nothing and no one to take you home. you couldn't walk in your heels all the way back home either; it would kill your feet. it didn't really matter anyway, you were all ready dead inside.
you zip your black bomber jacket and tuck your hands into your pockets as you walk. it started to drizzle and you had no umbrella or hoodie. you wince, stranded in the rain.
you felt as if you were about to collapse until you heard a honk. from behind, a black limo pulled over by your side. from the very backseat, someone very familiar stepped out with an umbrella. you almost fall from your balance when you saw his face that struck you.
'is that van mccann? from that band at school..?' you wondered.
he stepped closer to you and lifted his head. van stood right close to you and chuckled,
"i suggest you shouldn't stand out in the rain like that, you'll get sick,"
"yeah, well, what i'm currently trying to be," you said with a forced smile,
"oh, come on. where's your ride?"
you remain silent as if you were about to cry all over again. your eyelids twitch, trying to blink away the water. although, it wouldn't make much of a difference since your cheeks were smudged by the streams of black mascara and eyeliner running down your face,
"a-are you okay?" he asks,
"here, i hope this helps,"
he wraps one arm around you and hovers the umbrella over both of you. you tried to hide your blush with a small beam,
"thanks...uh.."
"van. van mccann,"
you nodded,
"oh, yes. i thought i recognised you,"
"would you like me to take you home?"
the last sentence struck you in the heart. van taking you home in a limousine? what would even happen? as the questions flowed through your mind, you had no other choice,
"u-uhm...thank you! i'd really appreciate that,"
"alright, hope in," he gestures towards the open door of the limo as you step in.
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throughout the half an hour ride, you explain to van about what happened at the club. you sat close to him. whilst you two were talking, you examined every inch of his face. he was gorgeous.
he had tousled dark brown hair, which was thick and lustrous. his eyes were a mesmerising ocean blue, flecks of silvery light performed ballets throughout. his eyelashes were so thick, it could be illegal.
his face was strong and defined, and God, his smile. it could light the whole world up. his perfect lips ripe for the kissing. his strong hands, slightly rough from working.
