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compliments mine have been given over the years from the time I was a young girl, and they can’t honestly compare to this man's exquisite colour. Although it’s evident, like earlier that the windows are closed and that vacant emotionless stare still exists within his striking blue gaze. I take a sharp breath.
    "I really should get back to my table, my friends will be wondering where I am." I surprise myself at my confidence. It was only a few moments ago I couldn't even string a sentence together. As I keep my eyes fixed on him I begin to wonder what his reaction to my sudden request for a departure might be. But as his body shifts slightly away from me and he removes his hand from my leg, I am immediately relieved.
    "You have to go?” he asks completely unemotionally.
    "Yes, they will be worried about me.”
    I stand promptly ignoring the natural sway of my body as it responds to the sudden movement, before noticing Jay rising at the same time. He is standing between me and my exit as I am trapped between the lounges and the coffee table in front. Fear instantly strikes me, as I wonder whether he intends to even let me leave. His body is motionless. His gaze is still blank. But no sooner as the terror builds it vanishes, as he moves his body side on allowing a path for me to pass by. I look down to the floor and take two swift strides so I am free to get away. I sigh again with relief over my apprehension. Before I exit around the screens that shield us from the rest of the world, I turn over my shoulder to look at him again.
    "Thank you," escapes me in one breathless motion and I smile sweetly, far more genuine than I would have thought possible. He doesn’t attempt to move from where he is stationed, but merely nods politely in reply.
    As I start to find my feet again and take tiny steps out from behind the screen, I begin to feel his presence following close behind me - the cloud of thickening air swelling like a storm. I tense in reaction, and am unsure why he is trailing me.
    Should I be afraid?
    I risk a few more paces until I am almost at the place where I had inelegantly bumped into him, before bracing myself to look at him. His stare is still vacant, haunting almost and yes, incredibly sexy. Dangerous.
    "I think I can make it back ok on my own,” I whisper nervously.
    Suddenly, a slight chuckle overcomes him as the cries of laughter escape from his wide open mouth. He has the most stunningly straight, white teeth and for some reason that’s the only thought that assembles. I notice his eyes are much softer and more sincere, like the laughter has opened up his soul. It may be the alcohol, but his soul looks wonderful.
    "I, ah, have to get back to work now,” he answers. A smirk still across his lips as his eyes dart up toward the stage behind me.
    Oh.
    I gulp.
    He was the singer on the acoustic guitar earlier?
    I instantly feel my face flush, from both my complete overreaction to him following me and the way the song made me feel when I entered the room. I had noticed that I hadn’t heard the song before, but was surprised at how at ease the melody had made me feel. Ironic, considering how he made me feel when he was singing, is a total contrast to when he is before me.
    "Are you staying for a while? Can I…..” he starts in his deep voice precisely knifing through the air before he is interrupted.
    “Penny!”
    Rosie’s familiar motherly tone cascades into my immediate air and dissolves the previous tension, as I turn over my shoulder barely in time to weather a forceful hug from her. “Oh my God, where were you?” she gushes. She looks concerned. The same rutted brow above her copious hazel eyes, that has held its place for the past few months. My heart leaks a familiar ache.
    Ouch.
    "I was worried, are you okay?" she rattles as she frantically scans over me from top to bottom, before her eyes move to Jay. Her face rapidly changes in appearance as she becomes wide eyed and fixated on him. Embarrassed