8Chapter Five
Dara found herself sitting on a bar stool at one of Paris's famous nightclubs. She could care less about what was going on around her. She was found. Her little getaway wasn't enough to fool her family. That damn family that always followed her so closely. Her first attempt of escaping was a complete failure; she would have to plan her next one better. So she would have to do it again…she had to do it again. When Lyn tells their dad it's all over from there. He will come out here and march her right back home. Just as he always did.
Someone slid into the chair beside her.
"Did I save you recently?"
Dara didn't bother looking up from her water.
"I don't know, but if you did, could you do it again?"
She looked up.
He looked vaguely familiar. Like one of those people who you know you've seen before, but only in a very distant dream. They were covered in haze, so any detail is gone; it's just a general outline that you recognize and nothing more.
She remembered his eyes. In this dream, she saw his eyes. They were green. More intense than her own.
"Do I know you?"
She couldn't help it. He seemed so familiar.
"No, I don't think so. Look, I'm sorry for bugging you but my friend over there," he pointed to a table, "what's to know if you would like to join us?"
"I don't mean to offend you, but I would rather be alone tonight."
He looked shocked. Like he had never seen rejection before.
"I guess that's okay. I'll see you around."
"No, no, I don't think she would go to this one. She much too classy for this dump." Mike shuddered at sight of the place.
"You hardly know this girl; she could be into trashy places. Not that this place is. It says here that it's one of the best night spots in Paris."
Mike looked over that the brochure that Jeff was holding.
"Can you read French?"
"No, but I can assume."
"And we all know where that lands us…"
"Come on Mike, it might look better inside, let's just check it out."
Mike followed Jeff inside, and as soon as the blackness of the club swallowed them, Jeff changed.
They sat down at a table under one of the few lights in the club. Jeff looked around in amusement, seeking out someone to share his night with. His eyes were drawn to a certain someone at the bar. Not only because she looked remarkably familiar, but she was the only one drinking water. Certainly not from around here.
Mike was too preoccupied looking on the dance floor to notice Jeff slip off his seat and onto the one beside the girl of whom he had been eyeing up. Mike was convinced that this Dara girl was a dancer; she had a dancer's posture. So naturally she would be attracted to the dance floor.