Perfectly Imperfect

A Chance Encounter

Two days later, Charlotte found herself standing in front of a beautiful theater. This was when she knew that this theater was unlike any other, boring, old theater she had ever seen.

Twinkling, bright lights surrounded every corner of the room, making her feel at home. The lobby of the New Amsterdam Theater featured marble wall sculptures depicting moments from great Shakespearean plays.

Getting into her seat, she turned to see a young man dressed in a semi casual suit.

He turned to her, wanting to spark a conversation. "You here to see the show as well?"

She found herself unable to speak, her mouth suddenly dry.

"Um, hi? It's nice to meet you."

"H-hi."

Where was a drink when she needed one? Oh god, she could feel herself sweating.

Trying to calm herself down, Charlotte looked at the man in front of her, taking in his appearance. The mustache on his upper lip complimented his bronze skin and dark hair. He had a sophisticated, but charming aura about him, which drew her in like curiosity to a cat. Damn, he looks fine!

He chuckled. "Thanks, you're not so bad, yourself," he said with a wink.

Charlotte's cheeks turned scarlet. Oh, my god. She just said that out loud, didn't she? 

He took her hand in hers, kissing the top of it. "Ma cherie." She giggled, failing to keep a blush from gracing her cheeks.

Turning her attention to the stage, Charlotte's eyes twinkled in excitement as the lights dimmed down to where the entire room was pitch black until the show began.

The curtain opened to reveal a bronze-skinned man, dressed in what appeared to be a buttoned waistcoat, and trousers with long, black boots, walked onto the stage and addressed the audience.

The man had a distinct voice, his voice sounding powerful and strong as Charlotte continued to watch the show in amazement. Everything felt so magical, from the choreography to the set design and even the clothes.

"Amazing, isn't it?" Dorran whispered to her, causing her to meet his gaze. His light brown eyes drew her in, like a moth to a flame, and caused her to easily get lost in them.

The moment lasted for a few seconds before realizing he had asked her a question and was staring at him like an idiot. She nodded, her cheeks running ablaze as he sent her a teasing grin. "Sorry, it's just... that your eyes... they look really pretty." She winced, quickly putting a handful of popcorn in her mouth to get herself to stop talking.

"Ha-ha, you're so adorable," Dorran complimented, a smile gracing his features. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were taking a liking to me." He grinned like a cat who had caught the canary, not menacing, but a bit intimidating, yet playful.

Charlotte scoffed, turning her gaze elsewhere. "As if!"

"Shhhh!" She turned around to see a few people glaring at the two of them, causing her to sink down into her seat.

He nudged her shoulder. "Relax, I'm just teasing."

Charlotte rolled her eyes, giving him a playful grin as she nudged him like he had done earlier.

"Anyway, I was going to say that I liked how excited you seemed when the curtains opened up. Makes me feel like I'm not the only one who likes theatre."

Charlotte smiled, feeling like he had shared an intimate part of himself with her. "Well, I'm glad you think so." She turned her attention back to the show before he tapped her on the shoulder.