A TOUCH OF FANCY

Chapter 11

We got home without speaking on the way here even though my mom kept trying to ask me small questions to make a conversation and I was just in my mind fighting myself for wanting to go see Luke...

My dad wasn't home thank God , threw a good night to my mom who looks confused ran to my room locked it.
I sat on my bed for like 30 minutes really thinking this through what the fuck am I on? But if everyone around me is keep there own lil secrets why can't I have one my own , why can't I just go out and be wild for once , ain't like we finna fall in love ugh why is it this hard to do this .....

FUCK IT!

I got dressed then jumped off my window we already know where my dumb ass is going.

...........

I walked in the lil place , my eyes observing and searching for a specific quarterback,

My eyes go to the dude sitting alone at the bar.
Luke.

We've only spoken in that class today, and although the day our eyes lingered on each every time we sense each others precise , not a text has been sent.

"May I help you ma'am , would you like a sit?"
A waiter said to me blond and pretty but very short, I looked at her only to realize I've been standing by the entrance like a lunatic.
"Uh no thank you I'm meeting someone here" I said with a polite smile as I walk past her towards the devil himself.

Screw it... just go talk to him. There's no harm in talking to him, and besides, I've come to the conclusion that perhaps he has a different side that what I first perceived..
Thats the clown in me speaking.

The room is filled with laughter and chatter, and I take a deep breath and walk to him.
"Is this seat taken?" I ask.

His eyes come to me, and a trace of a smile crosses his lips he doesn't even look surprised that I came ugh fuck him.
"Be my guest."

I sit down on the stool beside him at the bar, and the waiter approaches me, this time it's a man looks in his 30's.
"What will it be?" He says looking bored.
"I'll have a glass on champagne, please."
"Sure." His eyes flick to Luke. "Another scotch?"
"Please." Luke stares straight ahead, with his hands clasped in front of him. "Took your time, Alicia" he says.

"What does that mean?"
He glances at his fancy watch. "It's ten p.m"
"Well, if it's too late to TALK, I'll leave," I tease. I go to stand.

"Sit. Down." He smirks. "You're lucky it's a quite night."

The bartender puts the Champagne down in front of me, and I pick it up as I try to hide my smile. "Who's lucky?"

He chuckles and taps his glass on mind. "To a quiet night."

"To a quiet night," I whisper. Our eyes lock, and I sip my champagne. It's cold and bubbly and starts a fire inside of me.

With his eyes fixed firmly on mine, he licks the scotch from his lips. "You should probably stop looking at me like that."

Electricity buzzes between us as everyone else in the room disappears.

"Like what?"

"Like you want to fucking eat me."

Mt stomach flutters. "That's very presumptuous, Mr.Greenwood."

"Call me Luke."

I bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from smiling. I like this game. "I'll call you whatever I like," I mouth.

He inhales sharply and rearranges his crotch.