There was a veil between the v.i.p section and the rest of the club. But even then I could see those big black eyes, pale and almost translucent skin. The moment he turned his head and looked right to my eyes, I felt naked, so open, so alive. All my secrets were his and in that precisely moment my phone ringed with it the spell broke, I turned my back to the bar and checked the phone, the missed call was the past reminding me I had nothing left to be loved for. Right there the music changed into an sensual rhythm and a unspiritual melody, I knew was time to ask my two tequila shots and hit the floor on my own.
The circle of people amused by me in the middle of the dance floor, didn't know I was crying all along and feeding with their energy, by the time I was done absorbing and on the verge of a scream, someone took my hand and danced along. It was him. The mythical creature. He only, saw my tears and wiped it all in just seven seconds of dancing. So flawless we looked, so synchronized, like we had our entire life prepared for that moment. At the cusp of the endless ovations, motivated a smile and a wake up call. He then said his name which now I can no longer recall, the last thing I remember is taking a cab back to my place, alone, feeding my Siamese cat Isis, and crawling myself on my bed to sleep.
Next morning like no other I go to this overrated coffee shop, the one with the green mermaid princess or whatever, but is so crowded, with my head still spinning I decided to turn around and keep on walking, not far from there I found this cute french like coffee shop slash bakery, pastels colors and gold,so, so adorable and comfortable. I was happy i've just found my new favorite spot.
Got inside and this beautiful red haired perky girl with her astonishing freckles and hazel eyes came to greet me at the door, I was so amused by the hospitality and the kindness this place expelled, I smiled genuinely for the first time in so long. There was this OST songs making me dance around shyly, plus, everywhere I looked was just a piece of homemade art, if my mom was alive this probably would be our place. She would have loved it.
I finally decided what to eat, sat down and told amy all the things I wanted, yeah that's her name, the beautiful red's name is amy.Between croissants filled with wonders, macaroons, cakes, biscuits, so on and a lovely jasmine tea cup, it was heaven. At the end of my first croissant, the door bell made a sound, Red approached to it and said her greetings, I felt this strange wave of feelings that made me nauseous, scared, happy, a whole cocktail of emotions, I thought it was the sugar highpeek so I took a sip of my tea and started to feel better, but then this voice, greeting amy back, was so delicious so sublime and ridiculously recognizable.
Amy came to me and told me how sorry she was no more empty seats, I totally understood and told her not to worry I wouldn't mind some company.
I am very glad you don't mind miss -As he sat down-
My spasticity couldn't be hide. He just grin, the most irresistible grin I've ever seen.
YOU!- my four years in Harvard psychiatry school program gave me the tools to speak such an eloquent and classy quote.-
Yeah... I'm often referred to as Killian.-He said, as he quietly laughed-.
I was so glad he said his name, I wouldn't like to pretend I do remember it.
Killian: Amy, the usual. Oh wait, add a couple of éclairs, I'm feeling struck by luck.
Amy: Haha, absolutely, monsieur.
So she's a red haired called amy with an scottish accent speaking in french, why do I feel like a blue box is missing.
Killian: So, are you going to tell me your name?
Sara: I am Sara. I see you're a frequent here, how is it that I've never seen you around?
Killian: Well, miss Sara, to this part of the city I just come for this specific pastry shop.-But, I definitely see me coming to something else-
Right after he said that, I felt a chill down my spine, and suddenly I was bambi about to be eaten.
And I had absolutely no desire to let it be otherwise.
The circle of people amused by me in the middle of the dance floor, didn't know I was crying all along and feeding with their energy, by the time I was done absorbing and on the verge of a scream, someone took my hand and danced along. It was him. The mythical creature. He only, saw my tears and wiped it all in just seven seconds of dancing. So flawless we looked, so synchronized, like we had our entire life prepared for that moment. At the cusp of the endless ovations, motivated a smile and a wake up call. He then said his name which now I can no longer recall, the last thing I remember is taking a cab back to my place, alone, feeding my Siamese cat Isis, and crawling myself on my bed to sleep.
Next morning like no other I go to this overrated coffee shop, the one with the green mermaid princess or whatever, but is so crowded, with my head still spinning I decided to turn around and keep on walking, not far from there I found this cute french like coffee shop slash bakery, pastels colors and gold,so, so adorable and comfortable. I was happy i've just found my new favorite spot.
Got inside and this beautiful red haired perky girl with her astonishing freckles and hazel eyes came to greet me at the door, I was so amused by the hospitality and the kindness this place expelled, I smiled genuinely for the first time in so long. There was this OST songs making me dance around shyly, plus, everywhere I looked was just a piece of homemade art, if my mom was alive this probably would be our place. She would have loved it.
I finally decided what to eat, sat down and told amy all the things I wanted, yeah that's her name, the beautiful red's name is amy.Between croissants filled with wonders, macaroons, cakes, biscuits, so on and a lovely jasmine tea cup, it was heaven. At the end of my first croissant, the door bell made a sound, Red approached to it and said her greetings, I felt this strange wave of feelings that made me nauseous, scared, happy, a whole cocktail of emotions, I thought it was the sugar highpeek so I took a sip of my tea and started to feel better, but then this voice, greeting amy back, was so delicious so sublime and ridiculously recognizable.
Amy came to me and told me how sorry she was no more empty seats, I totally understood and told her not to worry I wouldn't mind some company.
I am very glad you don't mind miss -As he sat down-
My spasticity couldn't be hide. He just grin, the most irresistible grin I've ever seen.
YOU!- my four years in Harvard psychiatry school program gave me the tools to speak such an eloquent and classy quote.-
Yeah... I'm often referred to as Killian.-He said, as he quietly laughed-.
I was so glad he said his name, I wouldn't like to pretend I do remember it.
Killian: Amy, the usual. Oh wait, add a couple of éclairs, I'm feeling struck by luck.
Amy: Haha, absolutely, monsieur.
So she's a red haired called amy with an scottish accent speaking in french, why do I feel like a blue box is missing.
Killian: So, are you going to tell me your name?
Sara: I am Sara. I see you're a frequent here, how is it that I've never seen you around?
Killian: Well, miss Sara, to this part of the city I just come for this specific pastry shop.-But, I definitely see me coming to something else-
Right after he said that, I felt a chill down my spine, and suddenly I was bambi about to be eaten.
And I had absolutely no desire to let it be otherwise.
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