Nellie
"So Jason," I say, fiddling with the straw in my cup as I turned to the boy next to me, "what do you do?"
"Well, I currently work at my Aunt's boutique, which is hell for a guy mind you, but it pays the bills while I try to get my acting career going steady."
Surprise rushed through me and I placed a hand on his arm, "No way! I'm an actress!"
Shock was evident in his face, "I thought you looked familiar! Weren't you at the audition for the movie this morning?"
"Oh my god, yes! Did you try out?" I asked in return, excitment filling me.
"Of course, my uncle is the casting director." He said as if I should have expected it.
Lacing my fingers through his, I suggested, "Do you want to go get a drink or something?"
"I was thinking we could dance." He said over the music.
With a large smile now on my face, I nodded yes and we made our way out of the booth and on to the dance floor.
Jason wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me close, and I wrap my arms around his neck. His blue eyes are shining the entire time we dance and get to know each other, and I can feel a bright smile on my own face despite the thought in the back of my head that I shouldn't be doing this, that he'd just hurt me. But is time....I ignored it.
Going up on my tiptoes, I whisper in his ear, "When we're done this dance I have something for you."
He gives me a questioning look, but we finish the dance wordlessly. The moment the song ends he stops dancing and I grab his hand, pulling him over to the bar.
"Bartender!" I call, and once he comes over I ask, "Do you have a pen or a marker I can borrow for a sec?"
The bartender pulls a sharpie from his apron and tosses it at me. Catching it, I uncap it and hold my hand out towards Jason. He puts his hand on mine and I begin writing.
"Now Jason, I don't typically give out my number to strangers," I say as he gives me a small smirk, which causes me to smile, "but I'll make an acception for you."
"I bet you say that to all the guys." He teases with a laugh, pulling me back on to the dance floor.
As we return to our previous dancing position, I laugh, "Trust me, I don't."
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