Evan’s Point of View
The tiny little red head looked and smelled delicious, and I wanted her. It had been almost impossible to get next to her. Apparently, she was some up-and-coming designer and everyone in this place wanted to talk to her about her clothes or put in orders for some. Then I had to wait for her to stop dancing with that Asian piece of tattooed piece of trash, what she saw in him I’ll never know, his tattoos were as black as his hair, but it was obvious she saw something in him because she looked at him all starry eyed and s**t. No matter, I was enjoying the wait, her scent was even sweeter up close.
“Hello pretty girl, what’s your name?” I smiled at her.
“Oh, hello. Scarlett, my name is Scarlett.”
“I’m Evan. I liked watching you dance. How bout you shimmy and shake wit
