The Peak of Our Existence

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After a 45 minute, music-filled drive, We pull into the parking lot of an artisan pizza place and go inside. I order a margarita pizza and John orders a baked pasta. We get our food and chat. Then you walk up. You're tall, with dark hair and a grin. John immediately recognizes you and smiles. I come out of my trance when John introduces me to you. "This is my friend I was talking about! Charles, this is Samantha." "Sam," I corrected him. John rolls his eyes. "Sam, this is Charles." You reach out your hand and I shake it. "Nice to meet you," I say. You smile and say, "The pleasure's mine" We sit and you order a margarita pizza. "No way, that's my favorite too," I say. We talk and I find out how much I have in common with you. I hang on the end of every word you say, enamored. Not even in a romantic way, I just am astounded by how kind, funny, and confident you are. You ask me so many questions about myself and I answer each one with such enthusiasm that I'm worried you'll think I'm weird. But you don't. You seem so interested in everything I have to say.
After almost an hour of conversation, John gets a phone call. He answers it and after a minute, he rolls his eyes and hangs up. "I have to go into work, the night shift guy got sick," John says, defeated. You immediately say "Sam and I will be fine, you gotta do what you gotta do" John looks between me and you, raising his eyebrows. "You sure?" John says, questioning how spontaneous I really am. "Yeah, we'll be great," I say, hopefully quieting John's worries. He heads out, leaving me and you alone. You lean forward on your elbows and grin. "Tonight, we are going to have the peak of our existence." Now, this is when I started questioning how sane you were. "What is that? The peak of our existence?" I ask, looking forward to your answer. You have a glint in your eyes that makes my expectations for your answer heighten. "The peak of your existence is when you feel free and light and never like you have before. You can't exactly describe it, and it's different for everyone. But you'll know it." This did not assure me at all that you were not crazy. But maybe you are. Maybe that's why I am so infatuated with you. I laugh and we chat until it's dark outside. You check your phone, the blue light brightening your face, you tell me that we should head out if we wanna get a good spot at the concert. We head out to your car and you open the door for me. I smile and jump in. You drive us to a parking lot almost half a mile away from the venue. I look at you with an inquisitive look and you smile. "Let's run," you say.