"Look over there," I say to Jess. I point past all the drunken frat looking bros and my gaze settled on him. Tattoos, nose piercing, a kind face and a cigarette. Just what I needed. "I want that one," I say as I walk past her into the party.
"Can I have a light?" I say with my coyest of smiles. I see his eyes take me in and linger on where my tight jeans and ripped shirt expose my pale skin. "Sure," he says as he extends his lighter. I lean in long enough to let it burn and turn away without another word. Let him wonder.
Jessica is smiling at me when I approach her because she already knows my cat and mouse game. She waves her hand at me, "I need a light too." "Fuck, I have to ask again?" I laugh. "You know I cant walk up to people like you," she says with a grin and a push in his direction. I sauntered my way over again, pretending to be interested in what was around me. He's looking straight at me and his friend is now too. He knows what I want. "First one is free is," he says with a smile, "Second one you got to light yourself." I laughed out loud at this point, at the fact that a total stranger, a totally my type stranger, just challenged me. "My name is Paulina, by the way," I say with a confident flick of the lighter and deep inhale. "I'm Wesley," he says. Wesley. What a lovely name.
