Here I stood near the pool table at the local bar, observing while a few of the regulars hustled passers-by out of their money with ease. I leaned against the wall, beer in hand, as I watched the naive visitors lose bill after bill. That was when I heard the door open. The familiar creak of the wood caused my head to snap up, but who I saw wasn't exactly who I expected. His hair was cut short and gelled up in the front, his tattered jeans complimented his broken-in leather jacket which had its collar lifted. I took a long pull from my beer as I watched him walk over to the bar, girls quickly following him. My eyes rolled and I scoffed before turning my attention back to the pool table. A few minutes passed and I glanced over to the bar, noticing that the stranger had disappeared. I turned to toss my beer in the trash when there he was, standing directly in front of me. He chuckled as I jumped back slightly, my hand flying up to the base of my throat.
"A little jumpy, are we," he asked as he smiled crookedly down at me.
I laughed lightly and shook my head, reaching around him to throw my bottle into the trash. "That seems to happen when people just materialize in front of me." I smirked up at him and he let out another chuckle.
"I can't help that you weren't exactly observant." He smirked and extended his hand. "Name's Dean."
"Lisa," I smiled and reached out, grasping his hand and shaking firmly. He returned the shake and my breath caught in my throat as his thumb brushed gently over my knuckles. There was something so mysterious about him, and I couldn't deny the strong pull that I felt towards him.
I wondered if he felt it too, because it was at that very moment that he let go of my hand and leaned down to whisper in my ear. "I think I've just about had enough of this place. Why don't we get out of here?" He pulled back and smiled that crooked smile of his, causing my heart to palpitate. I nodded and smiled up at him, feeling the heat in my cheeks as I blushed. Dean chuckled and took my hand, leading me out of the bar and towards his car.
My eyes widened as I looked over his car, letting go of his hand and nodding appreciatively. "Nice. '67 Impala." He turned to face me, resting his forearms on the hood of the car just above the driver's side door, his jaw slack.
"I knew there was a reason I liked you so much," he grinned before opening his door. I bit my lip and he winked. "C'mon, get in," he smirked as he got into the car, and I followed his lead. I leaned back and scooted down in the seat, turning my head to look at Dean as he cleared his throat. "So, uh, where to?" I smiled and shrugged my right shoulder while he rubbed the back of his neck nervously.
"My place is fine," I said as I crossed my legs, holding in a laugh while I watched his eyes wander down my body. I tilted my head down to grab his attention. "That okay with you?"
His eyes snapped up to meet mine and he grinned as he nodded. "Sounds perfect to me."
I smiled and rested my head back against the seat while Dean pulled out of the parking lot and followed my directions to the house. The scenery flew by in an instant and before I knew it, we were parked on the curb in front of my home. We exited the car and he followed me inside. I lead him into the living room, flicking on the lights as we went before motioning to the couch. "Please, have a seat," I smiled over at him. He nodded and smiled back while he took a seat on the end of the couch. "Want a drink? Something to eat?"
"No, I'm good thanks," he said as he flashed another crooked smile over my way. My cheeks flared up and I nodded, sitting next to him on the couch. He must have noticed the change in coloration because he chuckled before wrapping an arm around my shoulders, pulling me in close against him. "Relax, Lis." He licked his lips quickly and grinned. "No reason to be tense..."