Next Monday, Reeve felt relieved. The last weekend was strange, and the job time routine could help him to forgot it. He needed to fill his mind with stressful activities, and his work in WRO was pretty oppressive.
In fact, he didn't want to think about it. He needed to not think about it. His life's philosophy banished in one night, due to a pretty unknown woman who danced with him and… some hot things that happened later. A gentleman didn't go with an anonymous girl and spent his time having sex with her. Reeve was –or had been – a gentleman, but the last weekend he spent the night with the no-name mermaid.
Reeve felt guilty and confused for it. She was a stranger, with no name, no age and no data about her. Finish the party in a hotel's room was the worst idea that he could ever had. Yes, sex was great and she was the most beautiful woman he had seen for a long time. Anyways, the experience was an awful mistake.
The week ended without news and over timed job. Though Reeve didn't want to go to Ocean, his friends persuaded him. He prayed inside himself for she not being in there. It could seem coward, but Reeve didn't want to meet her. He knew that if they met again, things could be out of control. And Reeve hated uncontrollable things.
Sometimes, destiny is pretty sadistic. If you want to find someone, he or she never appears. And if you don't want to find that someone, he or she appears at the first moment. That night fate wanted to play with Reeve. One girl asked him for a dance. She danced in a very odd way, and stepped his feet several times. Finally, she pushed him –accidentally– against the other dancers. Reeve knocked his back with another woman, and when he was trying to excuse, he saw her. The mermaid.
–Hi, Reeve! –she said with her sexy voice.
–Oh, hi…!
–Don't you remember me? –she pouted.
–I remember, of course. You're one of Lucia's friends –he eluded –. What's your name?
–You can call me as you want –she picked her eye.
Strange answer, he thought. Like some kind of bad joke, all of Lucia's friends –that he knew – had names started with L. Probably, her name began with the same letter. Besides, she was the younger one.
–If I'm not mistaken, you're the lil' L–he said with ironical sight.
–OK, I'll be your lil' L.
She smiled, glared him under her eyelashes. In that moment, Reeve knew how would the night end, and damned himself inside his mind.
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Little L was the first single of A Funk Odyssey (2001). All of these music references belongs to Jamiroquai. I only used for creativity nn