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Vicki D'Writer Nigeria Online Fashion Vendor @ Vicki Hub Fashion
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DANCE INTO MY HEART
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent;">Episode 1: At the Bar</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">The music was loud enough to bring out every thought, but Veena could still hear Cas’s voice.</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">“You’re too sensitive,” he snapped at her.</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">She stared at him across the table, her fingers tightening around the glass in her hand.</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">“I only asked you to speak to me with respect.”</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">Cas laughed bitterly. “I don’t have time for this rubbish.”</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">He stood up, adjusted his jacket, and walked away to dance with one of the club girls, leaving Veena alone beneath the flashing lights of the crowded club.</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">She tried not to cry.</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">Behind the bar, Leeno had seen everything.</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">He was only a bartender, and judging by the way his manager treated him, even that title felt like something he had to earn every night.</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">“Leeno! Table six!”</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">“Coming, sir.”</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">“Stop standing around lazy ass!”</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">Leeno swallowed his frustration and continued working.</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">But his eyes returned to Veena.</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">He had been listening to their conversation for several minutes. </p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">He walked over and placed a fresh glass of water beside her.</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">“On the house Pretty Lady.”</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">Veena looked up. “Why? I have a boyfriend”</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">“Because you look like you need it.” He chuckled</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">For the first time that night, she smiled.</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">“Are you always this kind to strangers?”</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">“No,” Leeno replied. “Only the ones who look like they're pretending to be okay after an obvious mistreat.”</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">Her smile disappeared.</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">For a moment, neither of them spoke.</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">Then Veena whispered, “You don't know me and you should face your work.”</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">Leeno leaned against the counter.</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">“Maybe not. But I've been watching you.”</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">She looked at him nervously.</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">“Watching me?”</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">“Not like that,” he quickly said. “I mean... I've noticed you.”</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">Before Veena could respond, Leeno's manager shouted his name again.</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">He turned away.</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">Then Veena noticed something strange.</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">Leeno's hands were trembling.</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">“Are you okay?”</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">He froze.</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">For the first time, the cheerful expression disappeared from his face.</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">“I'm fine, just stay behind me.”</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">Across the club, Cas had suddenly stopped dancing.</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">He turned and looked directly at them.</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">His expression had changed.</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">Leeno noticed</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">So did Veena.</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">“Please stay out of this” she cried.</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">Leeno didn't answer.</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">Cas slowly began walking slowly back toward the bar to Leeno.</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">And this time, there was something in his eyes that made Leeno step between him and Veena.</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">Something was going to happen.</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;"><br/></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0.0pt;margin-bottom:0.0pt;">To be continued.....</p>

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