despite living right in the middle of the beautiful new york city, the city that never sleeps, you weren't the type to enjoy nightclubs as much as one might believe. tonight you were only in there because something foreign had attracted you to it.
the club was filled with college students mostly, with the occasional old creeper walking around to prey on younger women, though a few men had become victim as well. you quietly watched the scene as you sat in a booth, sipping on your whiskey and remembering why nightclubs weren't your scenery.
you were considering to leave early. perhaps a little sad, but you didn't feel welcome between all the groups of friends and single people who found themselves a partner for the night while you were stuck in a booth in the corner, left all on your own to enjoy disgusting, but cheap alcohol and whatever songs were in the top fifty at the moment that you often barely knew the lyrics or even the existence of.
the song that was currently playing was one that you did happen to know as it was one that was frequently played on the radio. it wasn't your favorite genre, but you did hear it often in the car. a perfect song to finish the night with, you thought as you hummed along to the song.
you were a little distracted by the song that you didn't notice the handsome stranger sitting right next to you until the song was nearly over. you were surprised to find someone sit next to you out of nowhere and he just laughed before offering to buy you another drink in exchange for a conversation. you accepted hesitantly and the stranger left.
it took a few minutes before he returned, something red spilled all over his white t-shirt. he laughed it off when you asked about it, saying that it was nothing more than just some drunk guy getting angry for no reason and throwing his drink over him. you grabbed one of the tissues you always carried with you and tried to wipe it off his shirt without bothering to ask if it was fine.
you thought you may have scared him off a little by the sudden intrusion, but he only had a smile as bright as the sun on his face when you pulled away, thanking you with a smile that made you trust him completely. you sat a little closer to him when you took the glass of alcohol from him and engaged in the conversation that you had promised.
he told you to call him isco in a tone that made you melt. he was a warm person, telling you all about him and listening to you as well as you rambled about how you didn't like nightclubs. he laughed and asked why you were even there and your only answer was that you were attracted to it. he raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything else about it.
he made you feel welcome. in the middle of a place of sin and possible danger, surrounded by all sorts of intoxicants and whatnot, his company became your safe zone. he even convinced you to join him on the dancefloor with only the simple stretch of his arm as invitation. you took his hand and didn't let go.
you didn't know the song, but he did. it all felt very intimate as he softly sang the lyrics to you, only for your ears to hear as he sang so beautifully that even the gods would be jealous. you asked if he were the god of music and he laughed it off, asked if he looked anything like the greek god apollo. of course, it was an absurd idea that you'd be dancing with a god, but he definitely felt out of this world.
perhaps he wasn't human. as you found yourself completely lost in the dance, thought you were floating as you closed your eyes, the feeling quickly changed into something else that you couldn't quite place.
when you opened your eyes to see what was up, you were surprised to find yourself in the arms of the godlike human you met earlier, cuddling each other in your bedroom while snuggled into the soft blankets. isco appeared to be asleep and only woke up when you moved a little bit too much, his eyes fluttering open as a tired smile set on his face when he saw you.
he apologized, but didn't say for what. you considered asking, but didn't do it. you just accepted the seemingly sincere apology, completely unaware what it's for. he said it was only because he didn't know you didn't like nightclubs and though you might like the change.
you could only guess what the apology was for, but instead of making a big deal out of it, you just enjoyed the company. you felt the safest in his arms and you'd give anything for this to be a regular thing.
you woke up in the middle of the night to find out that your partner for the night had disappeared and left behind a note with nothing more than another apology written on it, signed off with a little sun and music note.
