Page 2 of So This Is Love

Bryan tries to speak but the other guy holds up a hand to stop him.

“I don’t give a fuck what you have to say right now. Just give me a fucking minute aight?”

Bryan gives a curt nod before he goes back through the door that they exited earlier, pulling it closed behind him.

I let out a small chuckle in disbelief before I look away, pulling my phone out to check the time.

“What’s so funny?”

My head snaps up at the voice of the man, shocked that he heard me. I turn my head to look behind me because he surely can’t be talking to me. But when I see that there’s no one else but the two of us, I realize that he is.

He walks closer to me, closing the space between us until he’s no more than an arms length away. From this close I have to look up to see his face. I take a moment to take in his features, my eyes darting across his face. Light brown skin, dark, thick eyebrows, and low cut facial hair. His deep brown eyes stare intently at me waiting for my response to a question I don’t evenreally have an answer to. He seems familiar to me even though I’m certain this is the first time we’ve ever met.

“What’s so funny?” he repeats, cocking his head to the side.

That’s when I realize why he seems familiar, not because we’ve met before but instead because it's his face that’s on the banners outside the arena for the concert that’s set to start in a few hours.

He’s Sonny.

Singer. Songwriter. The guy thousands of fans are preparing to watch perform tonight, my best friend included. The realization makes my throat go dry.

“Uh nothing,” I finally stammer out, in answer to his question. I motion in the general direction of the exit and start to step around him to leave. “I should probably just uh -”

I feel Sonny’s hand on my arm and I stop, turning back to look at him. The warmth of this hand on my skin causes flutters in my stomach. His touch is gentle but firm and though in other circumstances this very action may have felt aggressive, with Sonny it doesn’t.

“Nah shorty, you had something to say so let's hear it,” Sonny says with amusement in his tone.

His body towers over mine but I don’t let our size difference make me feel small. I look him directly in his eyes as I speak.

“You were being an asshole. Which is ridiculous by the way.”

“And why is that ridiculous?”

I scoff. “If you don’t understand why treating the people who work for you like shit is ridiculous, then you have bigger problems than a fucked up contract. And with all of the money you make I’m sure you pay him and the rest of your team to do what you want so there’s no need to be an asshole about it.”

“So you hear one conversation and think you have it all figured out,” he says, his tone rough.

“No,” I retort. “I think that just because you have money and power it doesn’t mean that you get to treat people like shit. Allthe money in the world doesn’t give you a free pass to be an asshole.”

He stares at me blankly before his expression morphs into amusement, he throws his head back in laughter. His laugh is deep and warm, echoing through the empty hallway.

When he finishes he looks back down at me, a hint of a smile left on his lips. “You know, I can’t remember the last time someone talked to me that way.”

If I’m being honest I’m not sure whyIeven spoke to him that way. Not because he didn’t deserve to hear it but still I’m just… surprised.

“Maybe that’s your problem.”

“So you do know who I am.”

“Well no, I don’t know you,” I reply. “But I recognize who you are now, yeah.”

Sonny takes a few steps back away from me and I think he’s going to leave but instead he crosses his arms over his chest and just looks at me.

“I didn’t catch your name,” Sonny says after some moments of silence.

“That’s because I never said it,” I say with a small chuckle.

“Are you here for the show?” He tries again.

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