You're a student?

                                    

                                          
She had noticed him after the fifth song, when her shirt was already soaked with sweat, her limbs heavy from dancing and her eyes hurting from the dim light.
                          
He was standing at the bar, staring at her. She didn't mind it, he wasn't doing it in a gross way. It was the stare Regina got before they’d come over and ask her for a dance.
                          
She hoped he would come over soon as she was getting exhausted. But he stayed where he was, sipping at his drink and not once taking his eyes off her. Regina couldn’t just ignore such a sexiness. She set off to the bar, swaying her hips to the last note of the song.
                          
“A Prosecco , please.” Usually now she’d get asked for her ID, but the barman was a friend of hers, so being under aged wasn’t a problem. With her drink in her hand she turned to Mr. Handsome, only to discover that he was still staring at her.
                          
“You know, you should quit the staring. It’s quite rude.” He looked away at that, keeping his eyes at his drink.
                          
“I'm sorry love. I did not mean to ogle you. I’ve just never seen anyone move like that. Definitely mesmerizing.” He looked back at her and smirked. “You’re a professional?”
                          
Regina got that question almost every time she was at the club and every time she just brushed it off. Therefore it surprised her when the truth slipped out of her.
                          
“I took classes during the beginning of highschool and am currently teaching myself. It’s the thing I’m truly passionate about.”
                          
She didn’t know why she did it. Something about this stranger pressed her to be honest. It wasn’t that Regina was ashamed of what she did, she loved it and was damn good at it. She just didn’t want some stranger she would never see again know that about her. She liked to keep the introductions short, ideally she didn’t even have to give her name. It was all just mindless fun, with no strings and promises. Not one guy or girl has ever minded or asked for more. That’s what Regina loved about The Rabbit Hole. People came here just for a quick hook-up.
                          
Mr. Handsome here looked out of place. He wasn’t drunk nor high, his eyes on guard as he kept looking down at her.
                          
“So why then are you dancing in a club full of sweaty, drunk teenagers instead of a fancy dance studio?”
                          
Fancy dance studio?  You could hardly call the smelly old school gym she gave classes in every Monday and Thursday a fancy dance studio. But he didn’t need to know that.
                          
“Well, I needed company for a change. I go here pretty often, and see you for the first time.”
                          
“I’m not exactly what you would call the ‘clubbing guy’, I prefer a bar, but my friend got a job today, so we’re out celebrating."
                          
Regina looked over the table he nodded at and saw three guys drinking shots. “Is he wearing a Pirate hat?”
                          
Mr. Handsome sighed and shook his head. “It’s a long story. I am Killian, by the way.”
                          
Regina took his outstretched hand but didn’t offer her own name. “It’s nice to meet you, Killian.” She smiled at him and was regarded with a frown. For the next moment he stayed silent, as if waiting for her to go on. When she didn’t, he just shook his head and laughed.
                          
“I will now be completely honest, okay?”
                          
The brunette nodded. She had told him about her classes, so now it was his turn.
                          
“I like you. You’re attractive and I just can’t stop looking at you.”
                          
She smirked at that. She liked this honesty thing.