You're at a 1950's couples night

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She's the first person you notice when you step through the door. She's stood in the middle of the dance floor whirling around, her soft hair wrapping around her face as she spins. She's wearing a polka dot dress, which clings to her waist and falls to her knees. The dappled light from the mirror ball lights up her grinning face and her high heels stamp on the ground.

And then the music stops, leaving the room to fill itself with the laughter and chatting from people around her for a brief moment, before you hear the familiar chink as a coin hits the bottom of the jukebox, and a slower song begins to play.

Her dance abruptly stops, and she turns to look around at those surrounding her. A tall man approaches her, and places his hand on her shoulder. She looks up at him with annoyance before brushing his hand off of her and strutting away, straight towards... you.

You immediately become self conscious, and sweep a hand over your freshly brushed hair to make sure you look presentable. And suddenly she's in front of you - all sunshine and summer - a smile embracing her face as she speaks to you. Her voice is the sort that makes you feel safe, and as she pulls you onto the dance floor, you don't hesitate like you usually do, but run along beside her, her hand clasped in yours.

You begin to dance together, heels clicking on the wooden floor and hands around each other's waists. She giggles as she messes up a step causing you both to tumble onto the floor.

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At the end of the night she pulls you over to a corner and wraps her fingers around your neck. Her eyes seem to hold a whole universe inside them. She presses a piece of paper into your hand and leans forward to peck your cheek. She gives you a quick hug goodbye, before hurriedly trotting out of the door and climbing into the back of a taxi.

You look down at the peice of paper. Written in perfect copperplate is her phone number. You smile to yourself. Although you're sad to see her go, you know that it won't be the last time you see her.

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