Yes Please

The Meet Up.

Laurent had just received a text from Larry saying he was on his way. "That damn Larry always late!" Frustrated, he shoved his phone into his sweat pants pocket. He glanced around the room watching the fans and dancers socialize. It was easy to spot the fans. Most of them were wide-eyed, toothy smiled, bundles of energy hopping to and fro taking as many pictures with people as possible. The dancers had a different air about them. They walked with purpose and smiled graciously. Their eyes were kind, but peppered with impatience and a hint of disdain. They loved their fans, but at times they wanted to be home vegging out on the couch or just enjoying midnight bowling amongst a small circle of friends.

Kendrick Lamar's "Humble" blasted through the speakers. Fans formed circles and began to dance, as dancers watched admiringly. From across the room Laurent spotted a young woman, unable to make out if she was a fan or dancer. This intrigued him because he could usually tell right away. To him, she had the body of a dancer, slender and firm, but the demure demeanor of a timid fan. She stood near the snack table, sipping punch and glancing about. A wisp of hair fell from her messy bun to her cheek and she tucked it behind her ear with her pinky. Something about the way she moved drew Laurent to her like a moth to a flame. Before he realized, he was making his way through the crowd to her.
"Hi, why you not dancing?" Laurent tried to mask his obvious attraction with playfulness, wiggling his shoulders to the beat. He was stopped cold by the most striking brown eyes he'd ever seen.
"Hi...," she said. Right away her gaze told him the feeling was mutual.