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I cock an eyebrow at her. “You are always trying to get rid of me. Honestly, I should be offended.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” She hits me playfully in the arm, shooting electricity all the way through my body. “It doesn’t offend you enough to keep you away though. You’ll be back, I know it.”
“Oh, for sure.” I rise up from my bar stool and pretend to tip an imaginary hat at her. “You’re working tomorrow, am I right? You have already had your day off this week?”
“Yep, I will be here tomorrow. Same time as today, so I’m sure I will see you then.”
We share a look. An intense look which speaks volumes. Everything that me and Millie can’t say aloud becomes spoken through our eyes. I can see how little she wants me to give up, she’s happy for me to continue chasing her, which only confirms what I already know. It might take a while for us to get there, but we will. We’ll find our happy ever after together and it’s going to be amazing, I’m sure of it.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to walk you home?” Millie shakes her head, just as I knew she would because she always does. “Right, well I suppose I will have to wait until tomorrow to see you then.”
“Yes, you will.” She salutes me and laughs. “Have a good day filming tomorrow, Lance. Good luck.”
“Sure, and good luck with the bar hoppers tomorrow. I hope that they don’t give you too much trouble before I arrive.” I grin as I reach the door. “I wish you a drama free day with The Scarlet Lounge drunks.”
There’s a brand-new lightness to my steps as I let the door close behind me and I start the short walk home. There is always something rejuvenating about spending time with Millie. Even when I am most exhausted, I feel better after chatting with her. Even when she refuses to go on dates with me, I love being with her.
“She is perfect,” I whisper smilingly to myself. “Millie Jones is incredible.”
I have had girlfriends before, no one in LA, but in my home town before I left to start my new life. I dated in high school, even for seven months at one point which might as well have been a life time back then, but I never felt anything for them like I do Millie. I never felt that sizzling connection, that intense chemistry, I also didn’t feel like I could fully be myself, that I could share who I am like I do with Millie. She just has this wonderful way of making me feel happy about who I am, of making me feel comfortable with talking about anything.
Sure, she may well be a little more closed off with me than I am her, but that’s okay. I think she just needs time, that’s all, and while I feel like she’s getting closer to me, I am willing to wait.
It isn’t long before I’m digging my keys out of my jacket pocket and I head inside to my house. My beautiful Los Angeles own house which I bought right away with my very first pay check. Owning somewhere to live was always going to be my first priority before anything else because I like that security. I’m just so grateful now that I picked my house because it’s put me close enough to get to know Millie and The Scarlet Lounge. It’s like fate, isn’t it? Some outer force bringing us together because we are meant to be.
God, maybe I have starred in too many romantic movies which is why I’m now believing in destiny and ‘the one’. I wasn’t ever like that before, but meeting Millie has changed me dramatically. In every single way.
I let out a sigh as soon as I step inside and I smile to myself once more, the memory of my last conversation with Millie still playing on my mind. The lilt of her voice, her lovely musical laugh, her sweet words… I adore every single thing about her. I would love more time with her. Actually, it would be awesome if she would come back here with me one night so I could show her my world, let her see more of me. She would then understand that I don’t live a lavish movie star life, that I’m actually pretty reserved and not flashy at all. I never entered the industry to become this guy with everything and I think it might change things if she saw that.
But today isn’t the day anyway. Today, she is heading to her home and I’m here. I just have to be glad that I got to see her. I have the memory of her to keep me going as I trudge up the stairs to the shower.
