✧Better Not Talking✧

"Hey gorgeous! You owe me a drink. I dropped mine when you walked by."

I stared at the young intern who tried to plaster his best 'I'll get you on bed' smile while I looked at him with a glass of champagne in my hand desperately wanting to walk by.

"No worries gorgeous. For the price of that drink, you can have me for the night."

Am I reading the 'Top 10 Pick Up Lines To Hook You Up This New Year' List or this guy blabbering every pick up line memorized from that list.

Good ol Google should also start explaining jackasses when to use which pick up line.

Was it cue for me to throw the champagne on his face. That would be one of the stories I'll narrate to my grandchild. No wait!

"Buzz off buddy or else I'm calling your parents to discuss about your underage drinking."

Best pal Emma rescues the ship and also saves my Dom Perignon.

The intern's face broke into his signature 'I'll get you on bed' smile, this time directing towards Emma but Emma's stern look made that smile to a look which screamed 'I'll wet my bed' as the intern turned his back and ran off sniffling as Emma announces,

"Master Crybaby elopes with a scotch on the rocks."

We start laughing over it as she says,

"You better wait at the balcony away from these jerks while I'll be back from the restroom."

I nod my head and walk my way towards the balcony not before checking myself out on a nearby mirror.

Peach does suit me after all as I look myself at the reflection dressed in a peach coloured off shoulder dress.

French twist on point with one strand of my caramel coloured hair perfectly curled and on loose.

My blue eyes sparkle as I smile stupidly at my reflection whilst an old couple nearby the mirror look at me in horror.

I quickly rush towards the balcony clinking my peach pumps all the way to the balcony.

It's been three and a half years since I have been working for this company as a columnist and three years since I have been attending this same ole New Year's Eve Party with the same ole Dom Perignon in my hand.

I guess my only motivation for working for this company has been this Dom Perignon which my company generously serves us at every New Year's Eve Bash.

How sad am I.

I chug down the remaining drink and turn around to knock myself off as a hand slides around my waist keeping me from falling off.

"You okay sweetheart?"

Cliché much!

But my God that voice is like melting chocolate on my forbidden self.

I stare at the stranger's midnight coloured hair which is perfectly tousled. How I wish to just grab them!

My eyes wander towards his emerald orbs and then to his perfectly sculpted face.

The black tuxedo doesn't disappoint in highlighting the perfectly sculpted body this Adonis has.

This is the same Hottie Hot Stranger in Tux I always find in every New Year's Eve Party.

Another one of my motivation to work for this company.

"Are you doing fine miss?"

I nod my head as his face breaks off into a charming smile.

This guy got dimples. I think I am in love.