The brownie was just starting to kick in as Cosima reached the end of the queue; she handed her ticket over to the inspector and got into the venue. She was hit by the smell of spilled beer and mingled bodies and she sighed in happiness. This is where she felt most at home. Surrounded by like-minded people, feeling the music pumping through her veins. There was no band on yet so the music was coming from some pretty shitty speakers by the stage but Cosima felt her body start to move to the beat anyway. 'Cosima, wait!' The blonde was a minute behind her, having had to wait at the ticket inspection. Cosima turned and saw the gangly woman trying to shrug her way out of the cardigan. It made Cosima happy to see that maybe Delphine wasn't as elegant as she had first thought, although even as she struggled she looked more beautiful than any woman Cosima had ever seen before. 'Woah, woah. Keep it. It'll give you a reason to come find me after the show.' Cosima winked, grabbed Scott's hand and pulled him into the crowd before Delphine could argue. 'Eh, are you really gonna give that girl your cardigan?' He asked 'You really like that cardigan'

'Yeah, but I also really like that girl.'

Scott stared at her

'What?'

'That was so cheesy Cosima.'

She laughed and nudged the boy with her hip 'Come on Scotty, lets go dance!'

Delphine watched the small girl bounce away, dragging the quiet boy with her, and found herself jealous of the ease in which he held her hand. She had thought that Cosima had been flirting with her, but maybe she really was just being friendly. Maybe the quiet boy was her boyfriend. Maybe she-. Delphine shook her head and forced herself to stop thinking about Cosima. Why did she even care? She looked out at the crowd again but couldn't spot Cosima, probably because she was so damn short. She caught herself smiling at the thought and then shook her head again, how had this girl got so inside her brain? She felt a hand at the small of her back and turned to face Krystal, who had finally put her phone away. 'Okay girl! You ready to daaance?' Delphine loved Krystal's infectious energy and followed her into the crowd, although she never quite managed to stop looking for the brunette with the bright eyes and sexy smile.

Delphine's eyes were lightly closed as she rolled her hips with the rhythm of the music. Her hands were moving slowly through the air and she felt as though she was swimming rather than dancing. The air was thick with body heat and heavy breathing. The concert hall was technically a no smoking zone but there was the distinctive smell of cigarette's lingering and it made Delphine's hands itch for a smoke. But no, she was trying to quit. So instead she danced her cravings away, not even really hearing the music. Instead she felt it, she felt it in her hips, in her fingers, in her shoulders. She opened her eyes when she heard giggling and looked at her friend with suspicious eyes. Krystal was not evening trying to be sneaky as she blatantly used her iPhone to film Delphine dancing. 'What?' She laughed at Delphine's child-like pout, 'You've never danced like this before, you're all… bohemian.'

'I don't know' Said Delphine, too happy to even care 'maybe it is this cardigan, making me… bohemian.' She tested out the word and decided she liked the taste of it on her tongue. She'd never been called bohemian before. Uptight, ambitious, even cold, but never once bohemian.

'Hmm maybe,' Krystal didn't seem convinced 'Or maybe it was that brownie, eh?'

'Does it matter?' Delphine held both of Krystal's hands in her own and forced her to dance 'I feel great.'


'I feel hungry.' Cosima complained when the concert was over

'Me too.' Scott agreed and Cosima laughed. She knew that Scott had only even tried weed once in college and not really liked it, but she had to admit she liked stoned Scotty. He was laidback and less nervous, he'd undone the first few top buttons on his shirt and even danced with a girl. Cosima resolved to get Scott stoned more often, then he might even get laid.

'Cosimaa' Scott whined, 'Can we please stop waiting around for your girl crush. I need a burger. Oh, or fried chicken. Or maybe a sandwich. A giant sandwich with three different layers.'

Cosima laughed again, excited to see Scott with his first case of the munchies. 'Dude, just one more minute'

'That's what you said a minute ago.'

'Patience, grasshopper.' Cosima looked around at the rapidly emptying concert hall, trying to spot the tall blonde with the amazing hair. For the first time she was worried that she hadn't waited. She strained her bloodshot eyes but the room was almost empty now and muttered to herself 'Come on, come on.' She was just ready to call it a day and admit she'd just lost her favourite cardigan when she spotted a bouncing blonde head, walking in the opposite as everyone else, walking toward Cosima. She let a slow smile spread against her face, hoping for a sexy smoulder but suspecting she was grinning like an idiot.

'You're grinning like an idiot.' Scott whispered 'Be cool dude.' But Cosima couldn't be cool. Cosima didn't even care, she was just happy Delphine was coming back. 'Cosima! Je suis désolé! I'm sorry!' She managed to untangle herself from Cosima's cardigan and she handed it over, 'I'm sorry, Krystal is not feeling well, I need to go. Je suis vraiment désolé.' She leant down and kissed Cosima quickly on both cheeks, before running off and leaving Cosima staring into thin air and clutching at her cardigan in despair.

'I'm sorry Cosima.' Scott was sad for his friend but Cosima shrugged him off,

'Its cool dude, lets go get some food yeah!?' She tried to hide her disappointment as she pulled the cardigan on and her throat caught at the smell of expensive French perfume. 'So where d'ya wanna go?' Cosima hardened her exterior and plunged her hands deep into her pockets. Why did Delphine's friend have to get sick? Why didn't she stick around for a bit? She thought they had hit it off. Cosima's face scrunched up as she felt something in her pocket, she bought out her hand and peered through her glasses at the receipt. She flipped it over and smiled at the incredibly neat handwriting

Delphine Cormier

-French tutor

Call me

Smooth Miss Cormier. Smooth.