The music thrumming through the floor.
Words I don't know.
I don't care, he smiles.
I smile and look away.
Shy and confused.
Of all the people,
My wonderful, gorgeous friends,
Me.
With a million emotions bubbling beneath the surface,
I loose myself for a little while and try to forget.
The group changes and shifts,
New person next to you every time you turn around.
I can feel it, eyes on me.
I know it's him.
Next to me.
He looks away, small relief.
Less chance of making myself a fool.
A song, one we all know.
We sing.
He sings.
A breath of spring air in the confined room,
Ears ringing from the noise,
But his voice cuts through.
Now a slow song,
A favorite song.
Torn.
Do I want him to ask?
Or do I want him to forget me?
Before I stop thinking, shyly,
"Would you like to dance?"
Yes, yes I would.
I take his hand, eyes fixed on the floor, cheeks already red.
A hand on my side.
Reach up for his shoulder.
Tall. Even with my heels.
Carefully, slowly.
Neither knows what the hell we're doing.
And that's okay.
He sings along with the song softly.
A smile behind my hair.
Shy.
I can feel his voice resonating through his shoulder.
Low and soft.
Familiar words that now carry a new memory.
We joke to keep the awkwardness at bay.
"Good thing I wore heels, I couldn't reach your shoulder if I didn't."
A small laugh.
Good.
A friend skips past holding up their hands in a heart.
Hush. Blush more.
Eventually the song ends.
Finally and too soon.
I let go of him, face scarlet and burning.
I will NEVER hear the end of this.
Sure enough,
"Good job." followed by my first name and his last name.
I hide behind my hair more.
He gives me a small smile and starts dancing like a loon again.
Silly boy.
A fun night.
Out of my usual tastes.
New and fun.
Maybe I do like this.
