The guy was sexy. There really wasn't any other way to describe him besides to say he was a beautiful human. He had dark brown hair, kind of like my mom's when she was younger. The hair was piled on top of his head in slight curls, waves almost, just so there was enough texture to his hair. His eyes, a warm coffee brown, were above his perfectly sculpted nose on light skin. He was built, and from the short sleeved shirt he wore, I could see the roundness of his upper arms.

I rested my head on my clasped hands and stared evenly at him, trying to invade his mind while keeping a normal conversation and not spacing out. "So how long have you lived in Seattle?" I asked him.

"Two days."

"Two days? You visiting or something?"

"I wish, but no. I'm here with my dad."

"Family problems?" I questioned upon hearing the disgust in his voice as he talked about his dad.

"Yeah, me and my dad…we don't get along too well. I used to live out with my mom in Wisconsin and then moved out of the house when I got old enough. But my dad just calls one day out of the blue, and it's like he suddenly wants to be a parent."

"That's kinda how my family worked."

"Really?"

"Well, after I turned fifteen, my dad basically left. I mean, he's been back a couple times in those three years, but not much," I replied with a shrug.

"At least he stayed around for some of your life."

"Why don't you just go back to Wisconsin?"

James grinned almost sheepishly. "I don't have the money or the transportation. I'm job searching actually right now."

"You're going to work here?" I questioned, motioning to the bar.

He laughed. "No, my parents would both kill me. They think I need a 'respectable job that promotes the well-being of a studious mind'." He laughed again, "Yeah right." Pausing to sip his drink, he turned to me. "So how long have you been here?"

"Since this morning," I answered with a laugh. "So, you're better off than I am."

"Parents?" he questioned as my reason for coming to Seattle.

"Mm-hmm," I replied as I drank a bit of my drink. Pausing, I listened as a good song came on the radio. It was an oldie, like the others had been, but it was fairly fast paced and made something inside of me dance.

I set my drink down on the bar. "You wanna go dance?" I asked James.

"Uh…no thanks, I'm not really one for dancing," he admitted reluctantly.

I shrugged. "You can join me if you want." With a smile back at him, I headed out onto the tiny dance floor. I wasn't going to let some guy I had just met burst my party bubble.

The music was throbbing, and I could feel the bass beating through the soles of my tennis shoes. Before I knew it, I had lost myself in the rhythm and beat, pleased with life temporarily. Just as I swung myself around, my flexible body bending into any position I pleased, a warm hand touched me on the shoulder.

I opened my eyes and found myself staring at James. "Invitation accepted," he said politely. I grinned and grabbed him by the wrists, pulling him onto the dance floor. Maybe life in Seattle was better than I thought it was going to be.