Several hands raised high in the air.
But Romeo didn't move. Instead he seemed distracted by the help that Scarlet was providing him.
"I can't leave," he told me. "I could get fired."
Why did work have to come in the way of his love life - and mine? I couldn't wait until the end of his shift to get Luna hitched.
"We have to get her over to the bar," I said to Becky. At least with Scarlet helping out Romeo, he might have more time to talk to her.
"What are you doing?" Alexander asked me when he found us looking for Luna in the crowd. "I thought we were dancing."
"I just need to fix something," I said, scanning the crowd for pink pastel hair.
"Fix what?" Alexander shouted over the music. He drew me in to him. "Can't you do it later? I wait all day to see you, and the nights that we have together are cut short by you having to go home. This is our time together."
"I know," I said, feeling pulled in two directions. I didn't want to be apart from Alexander any more than was forced on us by the sun. "But you'll have to trust me on this one." If Luna wasn't in a romantic relationship, then the time I was apart from Alexander would be even harder for me since I knew she'd still be after him.
I reached up and gave him a quick peck on his tender lips. "I won't be but a moment. I promise." Alexander shook his head, and Sebastian asked, "What's up?"
"Just Raven getting into another one of her messes, I'm sure," Alexander said with a chuckle.
I spotted pink hair out among the blondes and brunettes; Becky, Onyx, and I raced over.
I took Luna aside while my friends hung behind me.
"I think Romeo wants to talk to you," I said in as sweet a voice as I could to my adversary. "He said he really likes you."
"Romeo?" she asked skeptically.
"Yes, don't you think he's hot?" I asked as if it were fact.
"He's the bartender," she said flatly.
"Yes. The hot bartender."
Onyx and Becky nodded their heads enthusiastically.
"I guess." Luna couldn't be bothered with my small talk and tapped her fuchsia Mary Janes to the music.
"Haven't you noticed him before?" I asked.
"Uh ... yes. He works for Jagger."
"I know. So what do you think of him?" I inquired eagerly.
She just shrugged her shoulders.
I didn't know much about Romeo except that he was a bartender and that he was nice. In fact, I didn't even know if he was a vampire, but I assumed that, because he worked at the Coffin Club and was in Jagger's inner circle, he must be. I wasn't sure what else to tell her, other than what I'd seen of him.
"He's really worldly," I said, recalling his T-shirt.
"How do you know that?" she asked.
"He's been to Berlin. He loves to travel."
"So? I've been there, too."
"You have? See, you already have things in common. There aren't many guys here who have been to Chicago, much less Berlin."