Johanna Fonseca

“Oh, is that how it works?” he laughed. “So, the ones who look like dogs get put into the winter months, is that it?” He shook his head. “I suppose, everyone dreams of having that fairytale moment. Eyes meeting across a crowded bar, being drawn to someone attractive, hoping the night goes a certain way once you start talking. What do you do for work, anyway?”

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“It’s a known secret that they put their hottest guy around the hottest month, how can you not know that?” Johanna raised her eyebrow before laughing, tossing her brunette hair back, “Hey, I never said that, and I believe you’re all look hot in some way,” she chuckled. “Exactly, living my own romance movies, every girl’s dream,“ she said laughing, though clearly was just joking. While she did dream of finding her own Richard Gere from Pretty Woman to sweep her off of her feet and carried her into the sunset, she also knew that it might be too good to be true. “I owned a business,” she started, “I owned a thrift store,” she added.

“Yeah? What makes me appropriate for Mr. July?” he asked as he leaned against the bar, eyebrows raised, a small smirk was playing at the corner of his lips. He listened as she went on. Of course he knew what a meet cute was. Even if he wasn’t in the movie industry, he certainly knew enough about it being that it was LA. “So, this is our meet-cute is what you’re saying?” he said, tilting his head, looking rather amused wit her. 

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“Because they always put their hottest firemen in the hottest months of the year,” Johanna answered nonchalantly before sipping her drink again. Johanna let out a small laugh, “Hey, why not? What girl doesn’t dream of some kind of meet-cute with a cute guy?” 

Marcus chuckled at her question. “I never have, but I think some of the other guys have done the whole calendar thing. Not really my thing to pose for something like that,” he said. “I’m not exactly a model here,” he said modestly. “Yeah? You believe in signs and all that and that the universe just decided that it was our time to meet?”

“You should have tried it though, I think you’d be... Mr. July,” Johanna flirted openly, implying that usually they put the hottest firemen around the July - September month. “Yeah of course... It’s what people called meet-cute, like in movies and books, where two people meeting under the right circumstances, coincidentally, in a cute way. Like in a bar...” she was being slightly ironic in the end.

Marcus slowly shook his head. “No. Neither,” he said. “Firefighter,” he offered. “Help to be able to carry people out of burning buildings if you can lift a couple hundred pounds,” he said. He couldn’t help but chuckle as she gestured to herself. “Sure, yeah, I suppose you can always have fun if you try hard enough.” He tilted his head. “Yeah? Sign of what exactly?” he asked. 

“Ah...” Johanna responded, “I should’ve known that you guys are firefighters, defintely too attractive to be a cop, anyone of you ever feature for the calendars?” she asked the guy boldly. “Well honestly? I never really need to try that hard. But I do like challenges from time to time,” Johanna smirked as she leaned slightly closer to him, “That my plan tonight should involved you.”

Marcus titled his head at her question. “Sort of. I have to be required to be a certain weight and also carry a certain amount of pounds, so yeah, it’s kind of a requirement,” he explained without actually revealing what his job was. He was almost sure it was rhetorical, possibly just a line she was using, but it was one way to make conversation, wasn’t it? “Ah, of course. Not the type to give up and just go home, huh?” he said. “So, what were you planning on doing at this club if I hadn’t come along to talk you up?”

“Let me guess, are you an athlete? Wait no... a cop?” Johanna tried to guess his occupation as she leaned slightly closer towards his direction, “I mean I couldn’t let all of this go to waste,” she motioned to her dress, basically to herself, and her effort to look good tonight, “Might as well try to look for fun, you know...” she said again, almost like dropping hints, she was never a shy girl anyway. “I haven’t decided yet on what to do before you came over. I guess it’s a sign.”

“Oh, yeah, just some guys from work,” said Marcus as he glanced over his shoulder at the group he was with, no one had yet noticed he had not come back with any more drinks. He looked back at the other woman. “All by yourself? How does someone like you end up all by herself in a place like this?” he asked her. “Seems like you’d at least come with a friend or two. Or do you come by yourself often?”

Johanna take another look at the bunch of fit men the guy came with, “Is it like a requirement to be buff at your job or something?” she commented with a flirty chuckle. “Well,” she dragged her word a little and sipped her wine, “I had a rather unfortunate last minute cancellation to my plan tonight, which is very annoying,” she explained why she was there alone, “So, I figured since I was already dressed up, seems rather shame if it all go to waste.”

Marcus was out with his unit for a night out on the town. As a firefighter, they rotated on twenty-four hour shifts. It made for a long day, but then that meant when they got off and had a full weekend ahead of them, it was the perfect opportunity to go out for a night out on the town. He had just bought a round of drinks and raised his glass to cheer with everyone else before he tipped the glass back to drink the shot in one go. 

He was in a good place, he was feeling kind of a buzzed and in an all around good mood. He was ordering a second round at the bar, glancing over as he then saw a girl about a stool away from where he stood. He returned her smile. “Not here by yourself, are you?”

Johanna kept her smile, which naturally always seemed very sultry in certain situation, both a blessing and a curse, but it’s definitely a blessing tonight, “Lucky for you I’m all by myself tonight,” she replied boldly, ”How about you? Night out with the boys?” she flicked her head a little that made her brown curled hair swayed a little, as she motioning towards the guys’ group of friends. 

Johanna read the text again and again as she ordered her third glass of red wine while sitting at the bar, how dare this man chose his wife, again, for the fourth time this month, and left her hanging. “For fuck’s sake,” she grumbled before drinking her wine and rather loudly shoved her phone to her small clutch. All dolled up and dressed up, she was supposed to joined Kevin in their usual luxurious hotel room for the night, and she was supposed to have a Japanese massage tomorrow morning courtesy of the hotel facility, instead the plan was cancelled at the last minute, so she found herself at one of the nearby bar drinking. Scanning the room, she supposed she could at least flirt with some hotties while looking as good as she did tonight to not feel so fucked. She tried to flirt with the tall bartender, but she had no luck, but when a guy sat only one bar stool away from her, she flashed him a smile, like she was sending a signal to him that she might be up to for a game of flirting tonight. Or more.