When I saw her, I was very confused. What is she doing here, I thought but when she turned around, I found out that I was hallucinating. This girl had the same chestnut brown hair but her eyes...was nothing like Sarah's eyes. They were empty, vacant but Sarah's eyes is always filled with emotions. I didn't feel like just slinking away so I just went with the flow and asked her if she wanted to dance. 

"It's fine...I'm used to being alone." That one word, made me sit still.
"You? Alone?" She nodded, her eyes suddenly overwhelmed with tears but she hurriedly rubbed them away when they threatened to come out. 
"Yeah. I grew up in an orphanage and everyone always teased me and bullied me so I can't trust others easily." She laughs, a tight smile that doesn't reach her eyes.

"Same here...I've always been alone too." At this, she suddenly laughs, this time a smile that reached her eyes.
"You? Alone?" She said incredulously.
"What's wrong with that?" I retorted back.
"I don't believe you. You can no way be alone man." I smile.
"Why can't I be alone?" 
"Your looks don't permit you to." There it was again. The stereotype. I stood up, angry and frustrated.
"Why does everyone base me on my looks!" I stormed off and went out of the club.

The fresh air hit me straight away from my very first step out. I just couldn't believe it. I walked towards my motorcycle and climbed on, forgetting to put my helmet on. As I was about to hit the engine, I felt a pair of hands wrap around me, and extra weight on the motorcycle. I turn around, and there she was again.
"What do you want?" I say gruffly. 
"Can you take me home please? I don't want to stay there anymore, I'm so tired." Sensing my reluctance she let go of my waist and got off the motorcycle. She took two steps back and said,
"Nevermind then." She walked off. I sighed and started my engine, chasing after her. When I was near her I shouted,
"Hop on!" She turned around, a dazzling smile on her face. My heart began to pound, slowly as she walked towards me.