Last call. The club was shutting out. The strangers we had just finished partying with were heading their separate ways, some on their way home, others to another location to continue their festivities around the city. The night was still so young for us and we weren’t ready to go home just yet, so we sat and pondered for a moment on what our next move would be. We didn’t know where to go.
That was when you came to me…
You came out of nowhere honestly; I never even saw you walking my way or approaching me. I heard your voice before I saw your face, and when I turned around and laid my eyes on the voice’s owner, I was taken aback at the individual that stood before me.
You were so handsome; prepossessing from head-to-toe. You had many of the physical features that were appealing to the senses, but I wanted to look more into you, learn more about the person you are, so for that I gave you a bit of my attention.
My curiosity will be the death of me.
Evidence of your inebriation was slight, and the smell of alcohol on your breath was subdued by the smell of the cologne on your clothes. Your eyes were low and your speech was a bit slurred, but that strong Latin accent you carried made even the most indistinctly pronounced words sound pretty. Your buzz didn’t take much away from your charm. The words you spoke as we conversed still carried their influence and were still magnetic, still bewitching. I couldn’t hide my obvious attraction to you despite my efforts, but with all of this I didn’t realize that while your sweet words of allurement, your charm and your beauty were holding my undivided attention, they were all just clever covers to mask the spell you were casting on me.
… I should’ve ran when I had the chance.