Your job wasn't exactly the most conventional.

Yes, it was something you absolutely adored but it didn't always pay so well.

Being a dancer was so amazing but the fact that the pay would fluctuate was difficult.

The shows wouldn't last such a long time sometimes, and yet others they could go for months and you could have some decent money coming in.

It honestly depended and you were always so unsure if you would be able to keep up on payments but you managed at times.

The most recent show that you had been in was ending, and it hadn't been the best pay either so you were most definitely running low on funds.

With it being the last show of that tour, you were trying to give it your all – you couldn't help but notice the rather attractive brunette guy in the crowd with a couple of other lads.

During shows you always lost yourself in it and did what you knew you needed to do, so you enjoyed it immensely and then afterwards you were smiling as you knew you did great.

Once you'd cleaned out your stuff, you made your way through the venue and out the front where there was a bar so the majority of people that saw the show stayed there afterwards.

As you were walking through the crowd you saw the guy that you noticed in the audience earlier on.

His eyes met yours and he raised his drink towards you in greeting.

Against your better judgement you went over to him, placing your bag at your feet, before offering him a smile.

"So, you're the gorgeous dancer I saw earlier."

You laughed softly. "Not the first guy to tell me that I'm afraid – might need to try a better line."

He chuckled at your words. "Who said it was a line? I was simply being truthful."

"A truthful guy that is trying to pick me up in a bar? What a rarity."

"And again, who said I was trying to pick you up?"

You couldn't help but laugh again. "It's kind of a given I'm afraid."

"Confident, aren't we?"

"Oh always."

The guy laughed again but held his hand out to you. "I'm Emmett. Emmett Cullen."

"Nice to meet you Emmett," you responded as you shook his hand.

He smiled at you. "Am I going to get a name in return?"

"My name is Y/N."

"So, I have a name to put to the beautiful face."

You laughed, blushing ever so slightly. "Okay. That was definitely a pick-up line."

"Would it be too soon for me to ask you out on a date?"

You shook your head with a smile. "No, because then it would be too soon for me to say yes."

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Written by Hannah.

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