Cassinder danced with her eyes closed in the middle of the crowded club as if alone. She belonged to the music and gyrated her body along to the music as if they were involved in an intimate relationship. Light enveloped her in a strobe, highlighting a golden strand of hair here, her long luscious eyelashes there, soft pink lips teamed with creamy white skin. The music faded from one song into another and she opened her eyes softly as if awoken from a dream. Then she saw him.
Boom
She convulsed as if electrocuted, her blonde curls flung out from her face as if in shock, and she clutched at her heart.
‘Are you alright?’ Prandanya, her best friend asked her. ‘You look like you’re having a heart attack.’
‘That boom, that explosion? Didn’t you feel it,’ Cassinder asked.
Prandanya raised a sharp black eyebrow and pursed almond coloured lips highlighted in gold frosting. Totally edible.
‘I didn’t hear anything.’
‘I was dancing, and then I saw this boy and then something went off,’ Cassinder looked pleadingly at her friend. ‘You have to believe me, I’m not crazy.’
‘What boy?’ Prandanya asked.
Cassinder stood on tiptoes and looked around the club scanning. She could see nothing until something flashed in the corner of her eye like a sapphire. Cassinder turned her head and there he was. Tall, strong, skin the colour of sun baked olives, and dark hair that fell in waves to his shoulders. Prandanya seeing Cassinder pause craned her head to see what she was seeing.
‘Boom indeed,’ Pranyada said. ‘I think my ovaries just exploded. That’s one A grade hottie right there.’
‘It’s not my loins,’ Cassinder responded hotly. ‘There was a boom. There’s something different about him.’
‘Well you better work it out quick. He’s making his way over here now.’
Cassinder’s perfect rosebud of a mouth formed a perfect O of surprise as the tall, dark handsome stranger sauntered his way over. To her even greater surprise he did not stop when he got to her. He simply grabbed her by the arm and swept her up along with her.
‘You felt it didn’t you?’ He demanded of her as he pushed them through the crowds. ‘You felt what I did.’
‘What you did?’ Cassinder stammered in her confusion and would have tripped over if it was not for the handsome stranger’s firm grip on her arm.
‘Don’t play innocent. You’re sweet face doesn’t fool me. I saw you convulse when I let it out.’ He was not even looking at her, his eyes were focused on a dimly lit exit sign.
‘I felt something. A boom. I don’t know what from,’ Cassinder apologised not really knowing what she was apologising for.
He grabbed her and pulled her to him, his face a mere inch from hers just as they reached the sketchy door.
‘I don’t believe you,’ he hissed
Boom. They were through the door and out into a cold dark alley. Cassinder immediately regretted her choice of her cream coloured slip dress and no undergarments for the evening. Her skin stood on end in goose pimples and her nipples were on point as if to guard against the cold.
‘Who are you!’ The demand came with such rage that Cassinder faltered backwards and fell over.
‘I’m Cassinder,’ she stammered. ‘I’m nobody. Why are you mad at me.’
‘Because you felt it. Noody should be able to feel it. Nobody human.’
‘What?’ Cassinder’s head was reeling, perhaps from the drink, perhaps from her rapid exit, perhaps from the sudden cold, but most likely because of the strangeness of this whole interaction.
Thump.
The dingy little door flew open and there was Prandanya.
‘What the heck is going on here?’ She demanded, hands pressed firmly on her hips.
The stranger looked at her and immediately sprang upwards, making his way for the roof top and was gone.
‘Wait,’ Cassinder wailed, getting to her feet. ‘I don’t even know your name.’
Prandanya hurried over to her and began fussing over her.
‘Are you okay? Did he hurt you?’
Cassinder pushed her away.
‘I’m fine. I’m fine. I just want to go home.’
‘Okay. Let’s go hail a cab,’ Prandanya responded.
As they walked towards the safety of a main street, Cassinder stopped short.
‘Damn! That guy stole my purse. His whole weirdness was just an act so that he could steal from me.’
‘Men,’ Prandanya shook her head. ‘Always just in to get what they can and then off. Don’t worry honey. The cab will be my treat. I think you’ve earned it tonight.
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