Mystery Mans POV

"Hurry up! I want to śhìť faced. This week was rough!" I hear my room mate yell from the loungeroom.

"Oh shut up. Where are we going anyway?" I yell back, while checking my reflection.

"Fusion. Ment to be the śhìť at the moment."

I stiffen at his reply. Śhìť, I could actually see what Tash looks like. Should I go up to her?

She reckons to say hi but what if I do and things get weird.

We head to the club and suddenly I feel excited but anxious.

"What's up with you tonight?" My mate, Ryan asks.

"Ugh... you know how I've been messaging this friend of mine, Right?" I ask, knowing I've told him about her.

"Yeah, the chick 'friend'. What about her?" He asks with a smug look.

"She's going to be at Fusion tonight. She said if we go, say hi."

"That's cool. You should, if nothing else, point her out."

We pull up at the club and I head to the bar for a round of drinks while he goes to find an easy lay. The music is blasting and people look kike they're enjoying them selves. I don't mind this scene but can't do it every week.

Looking at the crowd of bodies, I see a leggy brunette with a tiara on with a birthday girl sash over her dress, her backs towards me but shes clearly out to celebrate. I look closer before seeing what I hoped to see.

There dancing without a care, waist length blonde hand sways with her body that's wrapped in a tight purple dress. She looks so care free, eyes closed and lost in the moment. Her body moves with the beat perfectly and I'm hypnotized by her. She's beyond the definition of beautiful.

The song ends and she and her friend come to the bar, after ordering their drinks, I call the other bar tender over and ask him to let me pay for their drinks. I tell him to say it's from Mystery Man.

I smirk to myself at the fact that I haven't told her my name. I probably should, it was originally just some fun but if she asks again, I'll tell her.

When she gets her drink and hears the barman talk, her face lights up and she looks around. I keep my head low, the thought of seeing her scares me.

She has a boyfriend anyway, so why ruin a good thing. The jack àŕśè should be grateful for her and instead he's almost never home.

After a while of scanning, her attention goes to her phone and she gets up.

After 5 minutes she comes back only to say goodbye to her friend.

Deciding I have no reason to stay, I leave to. Making sure she got into a taxi safely, I head home feeling happy to have a face to her texts.