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Like every Saturday night, the club was packed, the lights flashed in all directions and the music resonated to the point of making the walls vibrate. Raphael was beginning to have a headache, he apologized to his friends and headed for the exit as best he could, through the dance floor filled with sweaty bodies moving to the beat of electro music. The smell was very strong and almost unbearable for Raphael's overdeveloped sense of smell. He accelerated his pace; the double doors leading to the outside were taunting him. He was only a few steps away from being able to feel the wind on his cheeks when his body came into contact with the shoulder of another individual, a human.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry." Raphael didn't understand why he apologized because it was not his fault.
"I'm sorry; I wasn't looking where I was going." Raphael looked up at the stranger and was dazzled by his smile. The mundane was a boy of about 20 years of age, with light, almost pale skin, brown hair that ran in all directions, light brown eyes framed by round glasses of a darker hue, and a bright smile. He had a graphic t-shirt, probably a tv series, basic blue jeans and converse. He might have looked cheesy but Raphael thought he was cute, or so it was because he was hypnotized by the whiteness of his teeth and his sweet, sweet smell. He had to pull himself together; it wasn't like him to be interested in anyone. Raphael shook his head when he realized that the boy had spoken to him and that he was blushing. His gaze must have been too insistent.
"Sorry, I..." He kept quiet for fear of saying something stupid.
"I was saying it wasn't a big deal."
Raphael nodded. "Sorry again."
He was about to continue his journey but the mundane reached out his hand to him.
"I am Simon."
Raphael didn't want to venture into it, but at the same time the boy was so handsome and intrigued him, he didn't know why. Raphael thought that in any case he would never see him again, so he took advantage of it, dropped his barriers and introduced himself. He took his outstretched hand, which was warm, both soft and calloused, and squeezed it gently against him.
"Raphael."
"Nice to meet you."
That's what Raphael was, in addition to charming. It wasn't possible someone had to cast a spell on him, how could a simple smile, however bright it might be, give him that effect, a feeling that he had never experienced in his 100 years of life.
"Same here."
"Were you leaving?" Simon's smile disappeared and gave way to disappointment.
Damn it, he had no right to feel like that when they had just met. Is that what people call love at first sight? He was too fucking old for that crap, but all he wanted was for Simon's smile to come back.
"I was just going to get some fresh air for five minutes."
"Oh, I wanted to go clear my head too, it's a little stuffy here. Do you mind if I join you? Faced with Raphael's lack of response, he added. "I understand if you don't want to, you probably want to be quiet." Simon, embarrassed, scratched his head.
Dios, no, it was unfair that he was so adorable. "Come if you want."
"Yes?"
Now Raphael knew what it meant to have a killing smile. He could die for the one on the mundane.
"Of course."
"Cool. I mean, thank you. After you."
Raphael refrained from laughing, instead he gave Simon a little grin.
The evening air was very fresh unlike inside the club, but it's not as if Raphael was afraid of the cold. On the other hand, he saw that Simon must have regretted following him, he had put his hands in his pockets and was jumping from one leg to the other in the hope of warming himself up a little.
"Didn't you bring a jacket?"
Simon shook his head. "That's all me, head in the air. It was nice when I left home. But it's okay, I'm not going to die." Without thinking, Raphael took off his leather jacket and handed it to Simon. "Oh no, that's really sweet, but don't worry, it's fine."
Raphael shook his head. "You may not die, but you may get sick and I'm not afraid of the cold so I don't need it." Raphael put his jacket on Simon's shoulders and Simon took it and squeezed it around him. "You can put it on if you want." Simon put his slightly muscular arms in Raphael's favorite leather jacket and for God's sake, he was screwed, it looked really good on it.
Simon smiled at him. "Thank you."
"You're welcome.
"So how old are you then?"
"I'm old enough to drink alcohol. What about you?"
"Oh, enigmatic, well, then so am I."
"Is this your first time here?"
"Yes, I didn't know this place, it was my best friend who brought me here. I'll have to thank her."
"Oh, yeah? And why is that?"
Simon bit his lip, he must have hesitated to answer, but apparently Raphael was not the only one who was reckless this night.
"Because without her I wouldn't be here... with you."
Raphael released the breath he was holding, the attraction was mutual and he knew that if his heart could beat he would drum very hard against his rib cage.
"In that case, you'll thank her for me." Given Simon's bright smile, Raphael didn't regret dropping his walls.
"I will do it. Is your headache better?"
"Oh yes, thank you." Indeed, he no longer felt any pain. "I guess I can go back."
"Yes, I do too." Simon took off Raphael's jacket and handed it to him. "I won't need it anymore. Thank you again."
"Please. After you."
Simon laughed and they went back inside the club. They stayed near the entrance, not really wanting to end the meeting, but they had to.
Raphael cleared his throat. "Well... this is where we say goodbye." Simon nodded. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Simon."
"The pleasure was all mine."
They looked and smiled at each other one last time before Raphael turned away to find his friends, but he was stopped by the voice of Simon calling him. Raphael turned to him and...
Raphael woke up. He slowly emerged and looked at his phone. It was 7:00 p. m., it was time to get up. He went to the bathroom and as usual use ice water on his face, even if he didn't feel it. But the sensation of water on his skin woke him up completely and reminded him of his dream, a little too real for his taste and especially very strange knowing him. He nodded his shoulders and said it was just a dream, so he continued his day like any other day or evening for him, between paperwork, meeting, checking his clan members and all that until the sun came up and it was time to go to bed, unaware of what he could dream again, but he didn't do it.