What about love? Adriannas question saved me from dwelling more into these mini fantasies that I was formulating in my head. Love is a ***** I instinctively answered. I am not staying for this Alice got up and walked out of the room. After I finished with Adriannas hair, I walked her to the sound stage only to find Alice waiting for me by the door. You dont have to come with me, you can show your friend around the studio, trust me I am fine. Adrianna could probably sense my boredom. Its nice to have a client that is aware of your state of mind.

So are you going to go see Carmen now? Alice seductively suggests.
Who?
Quite being so Shane, that girl was a knockout, and you are telling me that you have no recollection of a knockout that walked in ten minutes ago. I love watching Alice get so worked up and obsessive about things.
I bit pressed my lips together and gave her this cocky innocent look and shook my head.
I cant believe you! Alice whines and tosses her arms up in the air in protest. Then an evil grin developed across her face well it doesnt really matter anyway, she is way out of your league.
That comment automatically registers as a challenge to me. Care to wager on that? I replied with a one raised eyebrow.
Oh please. Alice answers with a hint of annoyance. I know she hates that I can get anybody anywhere.
What? Are you scared? I taunt. If I hook up with her by the end of the taping, you have to buy me coffee for the rest of the year.
Its such a school yard bet, Alice is not about to fall as low as to accepting oh what the ***** You are on.

I walk down the halls scanning for Carmen. Finally, the brilliant pink top called to me and showed me the way to my prize, a year of free coffee. I took a deep breathe and maxed out my self esteem and walked over to her. She is even more gorgeous than what I can remember from my hazy encounter. She looked up and stared straight at me. This blew me off my game slightly, the look is so intense that it seems as though she can see through my intentions.

Er Hi I am Shane I reached out with my hand and realize how sweaty my palms are. Smoothly I ran my hand through my hair to avoid a handshake. I fixed my eyes back on hers with an intense stare of my own. Good god, her eyes are magnetic. She smiles, just as brilliantly as her big brown eyes,
Nice to meet you, I thought I might have scared you off back there with my motor mouth, I do that when I am nervous, 100 words spew out per min she formed these hand puppets to illustrate her yapping. Maybe thats why I D.J. at night that way I dont have to talk at all and make a fool out of myself I chuckled at her innocence. She is still nervous, which is a sure sign that she likes me. I better go in for the kill soon.
So you do hair right? talk about stating the obvious.
I gave her my flirtatious grin and nodded, but I am better at doing other things.
Oh? Like what? She replies catching onto what I am hinting at.
I can show you if you want, raising my eyebrows knowingly and looking over to the empty sound room. She follows my look and suggests You want to hear something?
Do I and with that I followed her to the sound room.