People in the City is a series of one-shots. Everyone in the stories are connected in some way whether directly or indirectly. The updates will come randomly.

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As she sits on the bench near a large window, Melina looks through the pictures on her camera.

"I can't believe this. Did I really do that?" she laughed to herself. 'Ahh crazy times."

While Melina looked on, a tall man with short dark hair standing a few feet away watched on. He couldn't help but laugh each time she spoke to herself and laughed.

The man eased his way to down to Melina. He was now standing behind her looking at the pictures.

"Seems like you were having a good time," he said in his Spanish accent.

Melina jumped as she clutched her camera to her chest. "God you scared me."

"Sorry. I didn't mean any harm," he held up his hands. "May I sit next to you?" he asked.

Melina was staring the man up and down. A stranger asking to sit next to her wasn't something she was expecting. Though she didn't, she got a good vibe from him that told her to say yes.

"Sure, make yourself comfortable." she invited him to sit down. Melina shifted uncomfortably.

"I can't believe I said yes. He could be a pervert for all I know and I said yes. But he smells so good. And that accent . ." she thought to herself.

"Thanks," the man sat close. He then turned to her with a smile and winked.

"Did he just wink at me? That just screams pervert. His teeth are so white. That smile is to die for." Melina closed her eyes and inhaled the man's scent again. "Why does this man smell so damn good? I could eat him alive right now." she tightened her crossed legs and laughed nervously.

"So, I've never seen you around here before. You must be visiting." the man said.

"Yeah. I'm here visiting friends. I'm from California." Melina lowered her head and pushed her long black hair behind her ear. She could feel the man eyes on her studying her body.

"That's nice. I'm Alberto. Alberto Del Rio." he extended his hand.

"Melina. Nice to meet you," she placed hers in his and shook it.

"His hands are so soft. It's rare to find a man with soft hands. He must be gay. Wait no, if he was he wouldn't be sitting so close. Ugh stop being an idiot Melina."

"It's nice meeting you as well Melina." he let's go of her hand. "So Melina, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, go ahead."

"What would it take for a me to get to know you better?" he asked.

Melina blushed and smiled. "I don't know. What do you have in mind?" she wondered.

"I was thinking dinner. Tonight. At eight. The hotel has a nice restaurant downstairs. The food is delicious. It would be an honor to have you as my date."

"Um I don't know about that, Alberto. I mean we did just meet. Dinner seems a bit too soon."

"I understand. And you are right," he sighed. " How about you this," Alberto reaches inside his blazer and pulls out a card. "Stop by my club tonight. I will place you and your friends on the VIP list and reserve a private booth. That way, we can get to know each other better."

Melina takes the card and examines it. "He owns a club? The name sounds like it could be a sleazy strip club. Whatever. I guess I can check it out."

"I guess that's a good idea. I'll see you there."

"Good," Alberto stood up. "Well Melina, I must get going. It was nice meeting you. I hope to see you tonight." He reaches for her hand and gently kisses the back of it. "Adios."

"Adios" Melina said. Alberto smiled and winked at Melina one last time before walking off.

Melina looks at the card smiling. "What did I get myself into?" she shook her head.

She then takes out her cell phone out of her handbag and began dialing.

"Hey Kelly? Have you ever heard of a club called Mil Caras? . . . Oh you have? . . . Yeah well I just met it's owner . . . Yes that owner . . . Yes I did really meet him. He's really handsome . . . Well anyway he just put us on the VIP for tonight are you down? . . . Great come to the hotel around 9:30 . . Alright see you then . . . Bye."

Melina placed her phone and camera into her handbag.

"This is going to be interesting. What am I going to wear?" Melina got off the bench to go back to her room. Melina steps inside the elevator and presses the number of her floor. During the ride, she couldn't help but think about Alberto. The way he smelled. His smile. Melina looked at the card again. She was playing with the card when she noticed some writing on the back.

"Call me . . . -Alberto"

Melina laughed to herself after reading the message. She takes her phone out of her purse and enters the number. "Alberto Del Rio." she says as she rolls her the 'r' in his name. "Sounds Mexican."

The elevator doors open up to her floor. Melina steps out and walks to her room.

"What am I getting myself into? I guess it wouldn't hurt to try something new. I can't be scared like this forever. I just hope he's worth it."