Kallian hadn’t even sipped half of her coffee down before she could feel a pair of eyes on her. Following her instincts, she turned to see a boy that looked to be about twenty or so years old sitting at a booth looking at her from across what she could only assume was a dance floor. She was used to these kind of looks, especially from the boys of her own school. The only problem she had with that was that all the boys at her school were incredibly dull; but that should have been expected coming from a ‘rich-kid’ private school. That was the sole reason she scoped out the college boys instead. The boys at her school were either too worried about what their mom’s would say with every decision they made, or too engrossed with their academic grades and had extra-curricular activities like…chess club…

Kallian shuddered. She never understood chess.

Rather than worry about the boy that was obviously trying to get her attention from far away, she began to wonder why no one was dancing and continued to sip on her coffee, going out of her way to ignore the guy that was trying whatever he could to make eye contact with her by keeping her eyes away from his general direction. One look at him told her immediately that he wasn’t her type. Hell…[i]she[/i] didn’t even know what her ‘type’ was anymore.

[i]This place is turning out to be real dumb. No alcohol…no dancing…[/i] 

Her green eyes glanced over at a girl who was sporting a blue glow stick around her wrist. 

[i]And that…[/i]

A loud, obnoxious sucking sound brought Kallian back from her thoughts as her drink had emptied long ago and the straw was grasping at nothing but air. She pulled the straw from her lips and looked at the glass that was half-filled with ice and sighed.

[i]Well if someone is going to do something, it might as well be me.[/i]

Kallian set the empty glass back on the counter and hopped off the stool, making a direct beeline to the boy who had been trying to make eye contact with her earlier. Ignoring the surprised look on his face as she so quickly approached him, she grabbed his hand and forced him to his feet. She stood up on her tip-toes and pressed her lips to his ear to whisper.

“C’mon, we’re dancing.” 

Still having a hold on his hand, she led the unbelieving ‘lucky’ man to the center of the dance floor and started to dance with him. It took him a few moments to shake off the shock, but the boy eventually eased into her movements and wore the stupidest grin on his face while he did.