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so american! LN4 ( social media + real life )

part one of twelve

Barcelona, May 2023

“Do you want another drink?”

“Vodka cranberry.” You said, smiling demurely up at the tall, tan and impossibly handsome man who’d decided to make a play for you within five minutes of entering the club.

When he disappeared into the throngs of people queued at the bar, you turned to face your best-friend and widened your eyes cartoonishly.

She laughed. “You’re too pretty for your own good.”

You rolled her eyes before passing your handbag to her. “I’m just going to the bathroom! If I’m not back in ten minutes, call the cops.” You said, only half jokingly.

She nodded her agreement and you set off toward the bathrooms, trying not to make your desperation seem too obvious. You were four (free) vodka cranberries deep into your night and your bladder was feeling the repercussions.

Eyes on the prize (the painfully long bathroom line), you failed to notice the shadow of a man stepping around the corner and walked straight into him.

“Lo siento! Lo siento!” You said quickly, stepping away and looking up and… oh.

“I’m fine! No worries.” The accent was a surprise. British. And then there was the face. And the arms. And the hair.

Blinking yourself out of your stupor, you shook your head and offered the stranger an easy smile. “Right! Amazing. Sorry again. I was in my own world.”

He blinked and a wave of surprise washed over his face. “American!” He said.

And maybe it was the four vodka cranberries coursing through your bloodstream, but his blatant shock had you laughing harder than you had in a long time. And through that laughter, you managed to choke out, “British!” in a tone that you hoped mocked his perfectly.

His cheeks flushed, but he was laughing with you, his amusement just a little more subdued.

“I need to join that queue before it gets any longer.” You told him, your chest warm from the laughter and the alcohol and the heat of the club. You quirked your thumb toward the line to the ladies room.

He glanced over and then frowned. “You’ll be waiting years.” He said.

You nodded sagely. “It’s all part of the experience.”

He looked back at you. “You, uh,” he started. “I can take you upstairs, if you want. There’s never a queue up there. Probably a lot cleaner too.” He offered.

You made a face at him. “Upstairs?”

“Uh, yeah,” he said, and his cheeks flushed again. “It’s the VIP area. You can use the bathroom, maybe get a drink. No pressure.” He said.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “I didn’t even know there was a VIP area here.”

He shrugged.

You glanced over your shoulder. “Does that offer include a plus one?”

He cleared his throat. “Boyfriend?”

“No.” You said, and God, who gave him the right to have such yummy arms. “Best friend. If I disappear, she’s under strict instruction to call the cops.”

He nodded seriously, but his lips tipped upward betraying his amusement. “Go get her. It won’t be a problem. I’ll be here.”

“Right.” You said, unsure whether this was a trick, but willing to risk it if it meant getting to a bathroom. “I’ll see you in a minute then.”

“In a minute.” He smiled.

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