Beautiful Stranger

Nine

"For a little entertainment here's a dance number." The MC announced before we clapped. It was time, and I can't hide my excitement.

"Janie." I tried to hide my eagerness but I failed.

"What is it? Is he here? Did he come?" She asked and I nodded like a million times with that silly smile.

"Where? Why isn't he with you? What did you say to his surprise?" Well, we're not in the same page there and I was confused. Then I realized she was talking about my boyfriend.

"No, Janie." He didn't say his name because according to him, names aren't important. "What crew is dancing there?" I pointed to the stage.

She turned around and at first said she doesn't know. But then, with her magical photographic memory, "I know that guy." She started. I was nodding foolishly. "He's from-."

"He's here, Sexy steps!" I said almost jumping in delight. She asked where and I sealed my lips and gave her a letter.

I'm sorry but I don't think it best for us to meet at this time. I'm currently in a hazy, unstable relationship and I suppose you just got off one (assuming it was the reason behind the drinking in the club). I don't want to be a rebound and I definitely do not want to cheat. I'm sorry.

"Oh, Janie!" I embraced her.

"Did you like, talk to him or something?"

I bit my lip. "I kind of did."

"And?"

"He just told me to give you that." I know what the letter said but I tried to look as clueless as possible. "You just have to turn it over, you know."

"I don't even know what you meant. If it was a quote, I think you said it wrong." She said, sitting down.

"Oh, but it is!" I started smiling at her teasingly. "Just. Turn. IT. Over." I said nodding my head nonstop at the letter with the mention of the pronoun 'it'.

But I can never go on with my life knowing nobody taught you how to dance. It's just turning around, you know.

Her eyes grew wide. Not even my gooey face can make her smile. She looked nervous but she slowly turned.