You were in your hotel checking in, the hotel was huge and beautiful. You turn and see a bar, you knew what you were gonna do tonight.
You went in your room and got your stuff ready and then put your hair up. You had a nice outfit on so you go downstairs for dinner.
You sit at the bar area and look at a menu. You were starving. You needed a burger.
You order one the way you want.
You ordered a beer and then waited for your burger. It was being made fresh.
The bar was dark and had HONNE music playing. You're favorite artist to listen to.
As you drink someone sat next to you.
You sit up straight and watch him.
He ran his hands through his hair and ordered a drink. You heard his British accent and wanted to melt.
You sip your beer.
He eyes you. You could feel him stare at you.
You look at him and find green eyes staring into yours.
You smile. "Pretty eyes." You say.
He chuckles. "Thank you."
You nod.
"What is a pretty girl like you doing in a bar?"
He asks.
"Oh I just flew in. Vacation."
You say.
He nods.
"What about you pretty eyes?"
You ask him.
"I'm here for work. I act. I have a new movie.."
He says, then orders fries.
Your burger was ready.
You smile happily.
"Wow, ever been in anything big?" You ask.
He tells you about his carrier and travels.
Later that night you both just sat and got to know each other.
Robbie Kay. Pretty eyes.
He had everything.
A great family, he traveled a lot, he was British, and really cute.
You liked him a lot.
"You're so real, and down to earth. You're a great guy." You say smiling.
"I wanna know more about you."
You say.
"Me too.. Maybe uhh we can meet in another bar or something?" He said laughing.
You nod and giggle.
"Yes. Here.." You write your number on a napkin.
"Call me sometime pretty eyes." You say winking.
