Johnny noticed the girl from afar. She stood away from everyone, trying not to be social at this superheroic social event. She didn’t look lonely, per se, just a little awkward. And maybe a little shy.
And if there was a thing Johnny Storm loved more than anything, it was making shy girls blush so hard he could follow the blood down their chest.
He walked over to her, with a smug grin on his face, and his grin widened where she finally noticed him and stared like a deer caught in headlights.
What could he say? He was pretty impressive.
Shit. Shit. Of course when she wanted to pretend to be invisible would be when Johnny Storm would finally notice her. But oh god, he looked good enough to eat, and she could feel herself flushing. “Mr Storm,” she managed, with a tentative smile.
“Why, hello there,” he said, realising that the alcohol he had consumed might be affecting his usual charm, “and what’s a girl like you hiding in the corner? You don’t look like a wallflower.”
That startled a laugh out of her, and a more genuine smile. “What does a wallflower look like? I’m not hiding, I’m — ” lying. She was hiding. A little. And he was drunk, and this was a dream.
“Not hiding, just not making yourself known, right?” he said, laughing at her blush. She was a sweet little thing. Cute, and a definite wallflower.
“And a wallflower is someone very beautiful who covers herself in shadows so no one else can see their sunshine smile.”
“Oh, then I’m definitely not a wallflower. I’m not beautiful.” She hid behind her drink, taking a sip. “You don’t even know who I am, Mr Storm.”