“Looking for someone?” came the heavy New England accent from behind me.
I slowly turned around and came face to face with my rock star.
Slightly crooked smile, gorgeous white teeth, tan velvety skin and the coolest black and blonde rock star hair I had ever seen.
Inside I was screaming and jumping up and down but I kept it cool and figured they had enough of those silly acting girls around to last a lifetime and I sure as hell wasn‘t going to be one of them. No, I knew how to play it cool.
I wanted to be different, be indifferent so I casually said, “Nah, just looking around.”
He smiled and said, “Oh yeah, just looking huh?” He then took a swig of his beer and licked his lips. “What’s your name?”
“Poppy,” I said, “what’s yours?”
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