FIFTEEN
"Sweet," She took off his jacket, exposing her clothes. Everywhere she passed she caught their attention. She didn't know what energy this was, but she felt so naughty tonight.
"Oh wow," Eisa says, "A goddess." looking at Kim but Miran hadn't noticed.
"What?" Miran asks when he got to him.
"Your girl,"
Miran looks back at her and notices she had removed the jacket. His eyes widen slightly.
"Just let me be," she whispers to him.
"I am, of course," He leads her to the VIP section and sat in a chair. Kim looks at him, she forces a smile and sits close to him.
Hours later, she becomes tired. Kim sat sipping her drink, while he talked with his friends, most of their conversations were in Arabic. Kim stared at him, she had forgotten Miran smokes. He didn't even care and smoked close to her.
"I wanna dance," She whispers to him, Miran smirks at her.
"Okay," he says, holding his vape in his hand. She raises her eyebrows and heads to the dance floor.