That flowing chestnut colored wavy hair, those seductive dark chocolate eyes, those plump pink lips, and that body hugged tightly by the black bandage style dress with the mesh panels she wore. That girl had him whipped. It wasn't just her looks that turned him on. It was her outlook on the world as well. She viewed the world as an adventure filled with new discoveries. She was quirky and fun; always keeping him on his toes.
"Adriana," Noah calls out her name. "Yes, baby?" she innocently asks spinning around in her black open toe booties.
"We can't go out. We just went out last night," he says.
She reaches out and touches his shoulder. "When we were in New York we went out every night," she reminds him.
"Yeah, and we got into trouble and did crazy things we shouldn't have done," he recalls.
"But it was fun. Just like going out tonight will be fun," she wraps her arms around his neck.
"I'm not tryna go to the Underground tonight. I see that place all the time," he tells her.
She smiles and playfully runs her fingers through his short brown hair. "I heard of this other place in town. This nightclub called Paraiso. They even do salsa lessons tonight. Could be fun. I can show you my moves," she grooves to the beat in her head.
Noah laughs and shakes his head. "Fine!" he throws his hands up in the air. "We'll go out tonight."
"Yes!" Adriana cheers jumping up and down.
"I'm gonna go shower and get changed," he says walking away.
Once Noah is out of eyesight she pulls her cell phone out. She starts texting away.
10 minutes later Noah walks back into the living room. He's wearing dark wash jeans, a black button down, and black boots. He's got a chain around his neck; a little gift she gave him and his cologne is intoxicating.
Adriana is lounging on the couch still busy with her phone.
"Who are you talking to?" he asks.
"Nobody," she says startled. "Just an old friend. You clean up nice as always."
"Let's get going," he says. "Before the night escapes us. Clubs out here aren't like the ones we used to hit up in New York. They aren't open until 4 in the morning."
Adriana grabs her leather jacket. "Alright, race ya to the car," she says.