'I'll never be the same - if we ever meet again. Won't let you get away - said if we ever meet again. This free fall's got me so kiss me all night, don't ever let me go. I'll never be the same, if we ever meet again.' Rogue tucked a piece of hair behind her ear as she concentrated on walking. High heels weren't the best to wear while trying to keep your mind on moving. Rather, her mind was elsewhere. Focused on the mysterious character who had approached her moments ago. She had played the offensive, even though she had instantly felt attracted to him. His eyes were a deep brown, but she could see that the iris was slightly raised. They had been contacts. I wonder what his real eye colour is. She ran a hand over her shoulder where his sleeve had briefly brushed against it. She sighed and pushed the door open to the back exit, the one that was supposed to only be used in emergencies.
As she stepped out into the cool night air she thought about the look on his face as she left him. He looked... amused. Like he knew that she'd leave... but knew that she'd want to come back...
She shook her head and shut her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose. Yes, she did want to go back. She wanted to go back inside and search the room for the mysterious stranger with the velvet smooth voice. She wanted to tell him her sign and what she was drinking. She wanted to ask those questions to him and just talk with him and be near him. She didn't know why she liked this character so much, but she just felt drawn to him...
She shook her again and walked down the short alley until it connected with the main street, where she hailed a taxi. One drove up beside her and she climbed into the backseat, telling the driver the major intersection to her house as she buckled her seat belt. Sighing she leaned back against the cracked seat and closed her eyes. Everything was black, then his picture materialized. His smile soon appeared and then his scent was tickling her nose, a smell that she couldn't place. He held his hand out, palm up, inviting her to take it. In her head she wasn't hesitant like she would be in real life. In her head, even if she didn't have her gloves on, she couldn't hurt him...
The cab jerked suddenly and Rogue's eyes flashed open. As the cab's driving became regular she closed her eyes again, trying to summon his picture back into her mind. After several moments of trying she finally gave up and opened her eyes. She looked out the window and caught her reflection. She smoothed down her hair a little and wiped away a smudge of eyeliner from the corner of her eye. The taxi stopped a few minutes later and she paid the driver silently.
Climbing out of the cab she froze with a start as the smell of his cologne drifted past her. She whipped her head around, trying to see if he was around somewhere, hiding behind a tree or merely standing down the street.
Nope.
Not a sight.
And now the smell was gone.
With a sigh Rogue slowly walked up the steps to her house and let herself inside.