“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”
Ms. December’s question snaps Martis out of his trance; he had been transfixed by the glow of the fireworks changing hues on her face, the soft lights accentuating her contours and casting a brilliant reflection in her eyes.
She turns to him, a smile breaking across her ruby red lips in anticipation of his response. He looks up at the bespeckled night sky, trying to grasp the wonder she saw behind the lackluster exhibition.
Having performed some of the wildest stunts on stage, virtually nothing leaves Martis in awe. The magic of pyrotechnics disappears once you have seen all the work and cheats done behind the scenes.
“I guess they’re nice...” He shrugs.
“Oh? Not ‘cool’ and ‘edgy’ enough for you, Mr. Rockstar?” Ms. December smirks while shaking her head. “You really need to lighten up.”
His eyes widen as she scoots closer to where he was sitting. He grips the grass as she lays her head on his shoulder, snuggling onto him.
“I know this isn’t your ‘thing’.” She speaks with a soft voice that could melt the coldest of hearts. “A carnival date must’ve knocked a few points off your bad boy image.”
Martis meant to look at her as she spoke, but his eyes keep darting to the bountiful flesh peeking from her low-cut blouse. He quickly averts his gaze, turning it back to the sky.
“I had a great time though. Thank you.” She continues before letting out a deep sigh.
The voices in his head scream at Martis to say something meaningful and romantic, but he finds himself tongue-tied. Truth be told, he was never good with words outside of writing songs, all of which have violent and aggressive themes. Moreover, he never had to charm women before since they all threw themselves at him willingly.
Martis looks at her again, fighting the natural urge for his eyes to stray down her cleavage. He thinks of what to say but, seeing her enamored by the light show, decides it’s best not to ruin the moment.
Defeated, he groans and looks back up at the flashes of greens, blues, and yellows as they descend gracefully in the distance.
“Hmm… they are nice.” He thinks to himself. “Maybe even beautiful.”
