Re: Victoire & Miguel
She moved in a way that spoke of natural grace and rhythm, and Miguel couldn't help wondering if that would translate to every aspect of her life. But she didn't seem like the kind of woman one just took home and bedded and then walked away from. No, she was the sort of woman who deserved to be wooed, courted, and eventually worshipped, in the bedroom and out of it. Could he be so lucky as to get a chance? She certainly seemed receptive to dancing with him, so perhaps there was some attraction in return. And he was no slouch, either, his body moving with an innate rhythm, as if the beat were just an extension of his soul.
As the song ended, blending smoothly into the next, he leaned in closer so she could hear him. "I have to get back to work, but I'd love to take you out sometime!" he told her. One hand reached into his back pocket, and he pulled out a business card with his name and contact info. "Have any song requests before I go?" he asked, though it was entirely possible she hadn't realized he was tonight's star DJ.