"f**k it," she said, the smirk creeping into the corner of her lips. There wasn't anyone sitting near us and we could see if someone was coming toward our table.
"I had the same feeling when I stumbled across your show." I admitted. "That first time- well, it was sexy as hell but I couldn't stop looking at you. Your face, and your hair. Your eyes when you were laughing or concentrating. I was totally lost. And then you danced to our song."
She smiled, remembering the song, then frowned and bit her lip as she looked down at the table. "Stephan, I'm sorry about the way I reacted when you, well, when you poured your heart out and told me everything. I just didn't know what to do."
"Neither did I," I said. "I couldn't think of a better way to tell you though."
"I don't think there was one,
