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Song: "Señorita" Justin Timberlake

Señorita

Rick stays glued to his bar stool, back leaning against the edge of the bar, and an empty glass being twirled by his dangling fingertips. He is completely stunned. Feels like he just got off the world's fastest roller coaster, or is coming down from the world's most intense high, or something that is the world's most, fastest, greatest, sexiest experience ever. Because just witnessing that woman walk sparked more inspiration in him than any other research, woman, or thought has ever produced.

A few moments pass before Rick gathers himself enough to shut his gaping mouth, blink the mysticism from his eyes, and wipe the flabbergasted enthrallment from his mind. He has to figure out a way to see that woman again, stare at her, talk to her, make love to her. He will take anything she is willing to offer, and holy shit you are screwed buddy.

Game plan Rick, c'mon. You need a plan of action otherwise you'll probably trip and fall into her chest... oh that might be a good plan? No. No that's instant gratification. Your looking for long term pleasurable gratification here. Rick's mind blabbers to himself.

Rick turns back around to face the bar, sitting up straight in attempt to find his footing after being carried off to heaven to see an angel...Will that work? No. Stupid.

He runs through any and every pick up line that comes to mind, goes all the way back to his boarding school days. Though he thinks his old go-to: "I think we have chemistry together. No? It must be our body's chemistry," isn't going to fly in this situation. Especially because he is pretty certain that only worked once with a substitute teacher that let him get to third base. Ah the glory days...Focus Rick!

Every time he tries to come up with a game plan though Rick's eyes glaze over with the memory of her sensual movements. The thoughts of her enticing eyes move fast in his mind. Those bright brown eyes that held so much mystery. He felt her emotions by just observing her.

Rick settles on a simple, "Care to dance?" Simple and to the point. So he rolls his shoulders back, runs a hand through his thick hair, and starts to swivel to his left on the stool, only to be confronted with the object of his musings walking up next to him. Completely oblivious to him.

Rick stares.

She notices him essentially leering at her, and of course why wouldn't she. They are about a foot apart with everyone else's back turned. The woman gives a quick side glance to Rick and he can see her immediately categorize him as another guy objectifying her. But he is not, he knows that she deserves a crown just by the sight of her.

She is attempting to get the bar tenders attention, leaning over the bar, holding up a hand to flag him down. But the idiot, because that's what he has to be if he is ignoring the incantation of this woman's attention. She gives out an adorable little huff and sinks back down onto her heels, scanning out to her left for a waiter.

Say something you idiot! Rick chides himself. Game plan, go with the game plan.

Rick clears his throat to grab her attention and when she turns her head to look at him, she is looking over her shoulder as her elbows are planted on the top of the bar. She looks completely coy and adorable and Rick has to know her. He absolutely has to.

He calmly pours his $220 whiskey into his cup and slides the glass over to the woman beside him. She doesn't move, only looks at it doubtfully then flicks her eyes back up to his and narrows them in inquisition. Up close, or maybe with this lighting, he sees the green striations that burst from her pupil and draw him in even more. Make him want to know the memories that she holds in the green and the sadness she carries in the dark chocolate brown.

Rick nudges the glass of his whiskey closer to her. Yet, she still just flicks her eyes down to stare at the amber liquid and then back up to meet his gaze.

"Like this..." Rick says grabbing the glass and taking a sip of it. This seems to be the secret code because she takes it out of his hands immediately after it leaves his lips and downs the whole thing. Yep, he is impressed and turned on.

"Hi." Rick says awkwardly, blinking once trying to erase the vestiges of arousal from his gaze after watching her work the alcohol down her throat and turn her body, her gorgeous, unreal body towards him. If he had known he'd meet such a beautiful girl he would have shaved and worn a fucking tuxedo if it would impress her. But no he goes with a wrinkled shirt, 5 o'clock shadow, and a fucking "Hi."

Idiot.

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