a good day to be ch 1 buck/eddie, 49k words, buddie says “shut up and dance with me”
Eddie’s last lesson of the day was a private that someone had booked through his website, which he almost missed because he never checked the stupid thing and all his email alerts went to spam. He’d actually kind of forgotten he had a website, since he only ever got work through word of mouth anyway. So he had already changed out of his nice slacks and vest — what Karen called his Han Solo cosplay — into sweatpants and was shoving his ballroom sneakers into his duffel, when a tall guy in khakis and an orange shirt came stumbling into the studio, looking a little harried.
“I’m really sorry I’m late,” the guy said. “Traffic was nuts.” Up close he was handsome and built like a brick wall, a classic LA gym bro type. Definitely not here for Eddie.
“Uh,” Eddie said, pushing his sweaty hair out of his eyes. “The Muay Thai place is next door.” He normally would have tried to be more personable, but his feet felt like they were about to fall off, and too many people had put their hands on him today, and he just wanted to go home and hug his son.
The guy hitched his messenger bag higher up one shoulder and smiled. It was a nice smile. Eddie was irritated at himself for noticing. “I know,” the guy said, and ducked his head a little. “I have a lesson scheduled. Five o'clock?”
It took a second for the words to sink in, and then Eddie frowned. He would have remembered making an appointment, and Marco, who he shared the studio with, knew not to book any lessons on Wednesdays. “Says who?”
“Uh, your website, dude,” the guy said.
Eddie frowned harder. “I don’t have a website,” he said. And then, because charming, handsome strangers were not fucking fair, he added, “Dude,” in the most obnoxious voice he could manage.
