Curved Edges ✔

(85) Wounded

♡ NOAH

I arrive at the 'Crooners Club' and park my Beetle in a spot at the back of the club, next to Conan's car. He told me about the parking spots behind the club that not many people know about. And he's already here of course. Conan is never late. I get out of the car and lock the door.

I saunter over to the front of the club and hear the music flow from the entrance. A taxi stops in front of me and the driver gets out quickly to open the passenger door.

The first thing I see are polka dot heels and curvy legs in turquoise stockings before she steps out of the vehicle.

 Fuck, my heart just stopped. 

I stare at the curvaceous, gorgeous woman, looking like she just stepped out of a movie. Wavy hair, perfect make-up, making those magnetic green eyes stand out, and that dress... It fits so perfectly that it looks like it's painted on her body.

Fuck me. There's no way I can talk to her. She's way too beautiful. And I'm not good enough for her. I should just go home.

But I just stand there, frozen...

Until her eyes meet mine and I get warmed by her amazing smile. I hold my arm out to her and she hooks her arm through it. 

"Hi, Noah."

I take a deep breath and try not to stutter. "G-good evening Ama." I cringe when I don't manage to hide my nerves.

"Still fucking cute," she whispers.

I smile a little and guide her inside.

I hand my jacket to the wardrobe lady and take in Ama's look again. My eyes fall on the cute bag and I can't stop the smirk from forming. There's a banana on it. I move closer to her and offer her my arm again. She slides her arm through mine and reaches for my hand. I must look confused, but she ignores it, grabs my hand, and starts walking.

We look around the club and I must say it has a very comfortable atmosphere. We search for Conan and soon my eyes land on Laura's white blonde hair. I squeeze Ama's hand and make my way over to them.

Conan stares at Ama till Laura elbows him in the ribs. I chuckle softly and greet Laura first, while Ama greets Conan.

"Hi Laura. You look great." I hug her carefully before turning my head to Conan, who is kissing Ama's hand a bit too long. I clear my throat and he sheepishly grins at me. Asshole. He did that on purpose.

♡

♡ AMA

I step out of the taxi and look straight into Noah's hazel eyes. I can't help but smile. I didn't expect to run into him outside, but now that I've opened my heart to him again it beats faster just at the sight of him.

I hook my arm through his and he stutters as he greets me. Fuck me, that woke up the butterflies in my stomach. I whisper: "Still fucking cute."

He relaxes a little and guides me inside. He hands his jacket to the wardrobe lady and I wait for him. He turns around and stares at me again. His eyes land on my new bag and I see something in those hazel orbs. I'm not sure what it is but he seems amused by it.

He offers me his arm again, but I slide my hand down to his and grab it. I squeeze his hand as we walk into the club. I breathe in the scent of whiskey and cigars as I look at the dark oak bar and tables and chairs. It feels really comfy in here and the music elevates the atmosphere.

Noah pulls me along with him and I soon see why. Conan and Laura are already here. Noah greets Laura first and I walk up to Conan, who stares at me in awe. Okay, that's a little uncomfortable. He takes my hand in his and shoots me a cheeky look. Fuck me, he's going to try and annoy Noah.