09-04-2016, 03:18 PM
Every single pair of eyes in Manifesto stared at Danika and Methos. She couldn't believe she was escorted by one of the most famous musicians alive. Now if he grabbed her and kissed her in front of the paparazzi, she would know it was a dream. This kind of thing just didn't happen to her. Rubbing shoulders with a Nobel laureate, yes. But drinking with rock stars? Absolutely not.
Once they were outside, her legs prickled in the chill night air. The limo looked inviting and she yearned to sink into supple seats.
But the glow of the club, pop of flashes, and cheers of those in line recognizing the great Methos kept her from following.
She pulled a slim Wallet from her handbag. "Can I have a picture with you first? Nobody I know will believe this."
She shyly handed the wallet to Anton, oblivious to any awkward position she might have put him in.
Once they were outside, her legs prickled in the chill night air. The limo looked inviting and she yearned to sink into supple seats.
But the glow of the club, pop of flashes, and cheers of those in line recognizing the great Methos kept her from following.
She pulled a slim Wallet from her handbag. "Can I have a picture with you first? Nobody I know will believe this."
She shyly handed the wallet to Anton, oblivious to any awkward position she might have put him in.