“It’s a special night!” The lad’s eyes, hair and skin were dark but looked purple under the house lights. His smile broadened, he slid in next to me, slapping his hand on the counter. That grin was infectious, if not a little bit cheeky. I was willing to indulge him.
“It is?”
“Definitely.” He nodded with teasing confidence. If his grin grew any, surely his cheeks would burst.
I sipped my drink, smugly watching him wait for my response. “And why is tonight so special?”
From the twinkle in his eye, he knew he had me then. “It’s an anniversary.”
“Whose?” I pretended to look around the crowd, eyebrows raised. This was his make or break moment. Was he a creeper or was he as true as the good vibes he was giving me?
He leans in, “It’s the tenth time I’ve seen this band play live, and I have to say, I thought it was an infatuation at first, but looks like it’s true love.”
I laugh with relief. “Well I am happy to hear that!” In more ways than one!
He was funny, not to mention cute, with that 240 volt smile in this 110V world.
“You’re the partner of the guitarist aren’t you?” He didn’t bother to hide that he didn’t want it to be true.
“He’s my brother. I’m the help at the promotions table.”
He winced, scooting his fingers over the bar towards mine.
“It does have its perks.” At this venue especially. Was it stupid to pretend I hadn’t noticed him before?
“Seeing me ten Sundays in a row?”
There was no going back now. “Caught me.”
