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p style="text-align: left;"You see a tall man walk up to you. He has dark, espresso skin and his black hair is in a buzz cut. "Hey," he says. his voice is smooth. He must be the singer of the band you came to see. "Hi," you say, setting down your purse. "What's your name?" he asks you, leaning on the table. He knows all the moves. "I'm Y/N, yours?" you say. You expect it to be something hot like Damion or Jerome. "Freddy," he says. There's no way to make that name sexy. At least he's hot and nice, which covers up the bad name. "You have a boyfriend?" he asks you. "Not at the moment." you say, hitting yourself in your brain. Stupid comment. Stupid, stupid stupid. "You free tonight?" Freddy asks. You shake your head so no more stupid comments spew from your mouth. "How does an early dinner, maybe 6:00 work?" you nod. "Sure, I'll meet you here?" you ask. Why here? Just give him your damn number, you tell yourself. Freddy smiled and walks away./p
p style="text-align: left;""Hi," you hear another voice say as Freddy walks away. A pale man with white and purple hair walks up to you. His face is cute but he could use some time in the sun. "Hey," you say back, putting your date for later into your phone. "I saw you from the stage, and you're pretty." You blush. He is very sweet. "You're not to bad yourself," you say, smiling. "Why are you at a dump like this?" he asks you. You shrug. "By the way I'm B-, no, Bonnie. I'm Bonnie." You giggle. "It's a cute nickname. I'm Y/N." You like Bonnie, he seems like a good guy. "I'm the guitar player in a band here," he says, pointing to the stage. You nod. "I came just to see your band then, and that's why I'm at this dump." He laughs a bit. "Are you free for lunch tomorrow?" he asks you. "Sure, here's my number." You hand him your phone number with a smile on your face. "I'll call you later, Y/N, and we can see when I can pick you up, sound good?" You nod. Bonnie awkwardly shakes your hand and walks away./p
p style="text-align: left;""I'm Chico." Another man walks up to you and leans on the table. Third one today, is it my perfume? You think. "Y/N, nice to meet you." He shakes your hand. "Now Y/N, I'm gunna make this short and sweet since I have to be on stage in a few minutes, but I think you seem awesome and I want to take you out to dinner tomorrow at 8:00. This is my number call me if you say yes, I really hope you do because you, well you are just, wow." He hands you a number and kisses your cheek. He is the hopeless romantic you dream of. You blush and look down, but when you look up he is gone. You put his number into your phone./p
p style="text-align: left;"You feel a hand on your butt and you spin around. "Swiggitty swooty I want this beauty's booty!" a tall, tan man say to you. You don't know whether to laugh or push him away, so you do neither and stare. "Hi, I'm Y/N." You wave a little. This is so awkward, you think. "Aye lass, I got me self a fine place and i think you should come over tonight, what you say?" You seem to be in a state of shock. "Ok." you squeal, handing him your number. "I shall call ye!" he shouts out, then he runs across the room and out of sight. "That was so weird," you mumble to yourself. Before you even see the band preform you pack up your things and walk away, praying not to have another encounter. /p
p style="text-align: left;"You see a tall man walk up to you. He has dark, espresso skin and his black hair is in a buzz cut. "Hey," he says. his voice is smooth. He must be the singer of the band you came to see. "Hi," you say, setting down your purse. "What's your name?" he asks you, leaning on the table. He knows all the moves. "I'm Y/N, yours?" you say. You expect it to be something hot like Damion or Jerome. "Freddy," he says. There's no way to make that name sexy. At least he's hot and nice, which covers up the bad name. "You have a boyfriend?" he asks you. "Not at the moment." you say, hitting yourself in your brain. Stupid comment. Stupid, stupid stupid. "You free tonight?" Freddy asks. You shake your head so no more stupid comments spew from your mouth. "How does an early dinner, maybe 6:00 work?" you nod. "Sure, I'll meet you here?" you ask. Why here? Just give him your damn number, you tell yourself. Freddy smiled and walks away./p
p style="text-align: left;""Hi," you hear another voice say as Freddy walks away. A pale man with white and purple hair walks up to you. His face is cute but he could use some time in the sun. "Hey," you say back, putting your date for later into your phone. "I saw you from the stage, and you're pretty." You blush. He is very sweet. "You're not to bad yourself," you say, smiling. "Why are you at a dump like this?" he asks you. You shrug. "By the way I'm B-, no, Bonnie. I'm Bonnie." You giggle. "It's a cute nickname. I'm Y/N." You like Bonnie, he seems like a good guy. "I'm the guitar player in a band here," he says, pointing to the stage. You nod. "I came just to see your band then, and that's why I'm at this dump." He laughs a bit. "Are you free for lunch tomorrow?" he asks you. "Sure, here's my number." You hand him your phone number with a smile on your face. "I'll call you later, Y/N, and we can see when I can pick you up, sound good?" You nod. Bonnie awkwardly shakes your hand and walks away./p
p style="text-align: left;""I'm Chico." Another man walks up to you and leans on the table. Third one today, is it my perfume? You think. "Y/N, nice to meet you." He shakes your hand. "Now Y/N, I'm gunna make this short and sweet since I have to be on stage in a few minutes, but I think you seem awesome and I want to take you out to dinner tomorrow at 8:00. This is my number call me if you say yes, I really hope you do because you, well you are just, wow." He hands you a number and kisses your cheek. He is the hopeless romantic you dream of. You blush and look down, but when you look up he is gone. You put his number into your phone./p
p style="text-align: left;"You feel a hand on your butt and you spin around. "Swiggitty swooty I want this beauty's booty!" a tall, tan man say to you. You don't know whether to laugh or push him away, so you do neither and stare. "Hi, I'm Y/N." You wave a little. This is so awkward, you think. "Aye lass, I got me self a fine place and i think you should come over tonight, what you say?" You seem to be in a state of shock. "Ok." you squeal, handing him your number. "I shall call ye!" he shouts out, then he runs across the room and out of sight. "That was so weird," you mumble to yourself. Before you even see the band preform you pack up your things and walk away, praying not to have another encounter. /p