two unique stories combine into one at a dance,
the florist intrigues the famous indie singer,
feels like they have met before,
feels like the dance is just the beginning,
i mean soulmates, aren't just lovers...
this is just a story for those hope...
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Three - Renee
This isn't a dream, I am telling you. I have only seen him on a screen- and it's true when they say people look immensely better in person. It's actually Valerio. THE VALERIO - as in my favorite indie singer whose songs give me comfort and make me want to sing in the shower, that it doesn't matter whether it's out of tune. He's a great example for living life to the fullest and doing what your heart desires. My eyes are blessed to see a handsome man in a suit and a little rose peeking at its pocket. He looks like a prince, the kind you wouldn't mind to sneak out of the house for.
"Woah Renee, your shaking." Luna distracts my thought process. I realize she isn't wrong, my legs are like noodles. "I guess it's jazz music right?" My fake laugh makes me even more nervous than I began with. Valerio changes the atmosphere in a blink of an eye. "Jasmine is waiting for you outside. I can't believe you made her wait impatiently.." His voice brings luxury to my ears, and it takes me a while that this is the voice that sings, fills my heart with emotions and makes me dance unconditionally. "I can't believe you made her wait in the cold." His sister mutters under her breath, clear for both- him and I to hear. I can't help but laugh as Luna waves at me and the wind chimes say goodbye as well.
"Renee, such a beautiful name." He adds, sending jitters down my soul. This is all I needed for me to be flying up in the stars. I couldn't even breathe a "Thank you." We stared at each other for what looked like eternity and I looked down, not wanting him to see my cheeks flushing. "Look at me." He spoke, bringing my attention to him. He took one step closer. It felt like we were standing between a flower field, where the flowers are our audience and each petal is looking forward to what could happen next. The wind breezing through my hair, the clothes look different- now we both wore white. Casualty at its finest.
Unfortunately, this is my wishful thinking. I looked at his eyes. The ones that I first looked at when his music was introduced to me through a screen. I remember spending each music video trying to figure out what color his eyes were. Now that I look closely, it resembles a lighter color green to his sister's. His eyes blinked the colors of an avocado: green on the inside, brown on the outside. "Your eyes look like an avocado." I blurt out. Immediately, I covered my mouth with my hand, and I took a step backward. I can't believe I said that out loud.
Unexpectedly, he laughed out loud, as if giving life to all these flowers. "That's a hundred points for humor, young lady." He's now speaking formally to me, and I am speechless. It's crazy how all of this is the same person. All of a sudden, my mouth releases a smile. His laugh is contagious.
"Um, I should get back to work-" I say, turning my heels, but his hand catches hold of my wrist. "Work? Don't tell me you're working this late." He spoke with concern. I turn back, and look at his hand on my wrist. He notices my uncomfortableness and immediately removes his hand. "I appreciate your concern, but my flowers don't like to be unattended for a long time." I say, trying not to take his kindness for granted. Why is he so nice to me? Has he been in this situation before, with a fan?
Just before my mind is clouded with irrelevant questions, the one he asks clears the clouds.
He's in front of me, bowing, with his hand out for me and his head parallel to my chest as he asks "Would you like to dance with me?"
