The Dance

Prologue

I felt the floor beneath me as I moved, glided across it so effortlessly, so smoothly. When else fails, dance. So I did, in the comfort of my kitchen, head phone buried deep within my ears. A good Michael Jackson beat pumping through me, I was cleaning trying to shake the horrible day I had had.
My car died on the way to work, which it was on its last leg two years ago. It was holding on by duct tape and a prayer. I had to walk the last mile, and just my luck it started raining less then ten feet after I abandoned said car. I was soaked, cold and an hour late by the time I had arrived to work.
My drenched portfolio really helped my bosses mood, and me looking like a drowned rat for our meeting set him over the edge. He was very unhappy, well, actually he was raging by that point. Any hope of me keeping my job was squashed after I dropped my companies laptop breaking it.
Luckily I had a little nest egg built up, enough to keep me going for a couple months. Well, here's hoping at least. I spun around, hips swaying as I released the energy from my body. All my pent up feelings just started flowing out as I crossed from the kitchen to the living room, feet bouncing lightly as I felt the soft carpet beneath my bare feet.
Strands of loose damp hair fell from the rough bun at the back of my head. My business clothes laying in a heap in the middle of my room replaced by grey yoga pants and a crisp white tank. Moments like this are what I was made for, the corporate world had slowly been killing me.
I hated everything about the nine to five. Hated the city, the drive, the traffic. I hate the people, the fakes, the ass kissing. The pay had been great but I was on the verge of quitting, I couldn't handle the stuffy atmosphere, I needed freedom, I needed movement. I grabbed my keys from the table next to door. Slipping on my shoes I swung open the door and stepped out into the hall.
Everyone who lived here had the nine to five. I was alone, something I craved, as I half skipped down the hall to the elevator. I pressed the top floor button, taking me to the top floor I picked the lock that lead to roof. I slipped out onto the flat grey surface. I continued my jam up there, the warm sun kissing the exposed skin of my shoulders. Did I feel awkward dancing to my hearts content up there? Nope, I didn't care, I was a lone and more so, utterly free.
Just as The Way You Make Me Feel thundered into me ears, I caught a flash out of the corner of my eye. Quickly I spun on my heel, pulling the ear buds out of my ears.
He stood there, leaning up against the wall, his dark hair hung just his past chin, piercing blue eyes full of amusement. Full lips smirked at me, wearing heather grey sweat pants and loose black shirt. He was rubbing the five o'clock shadow he had.
"Sorry, didn't know I was interrupting something." His deep voice was full of amusement, I could hear him suppress a chuckle.
"Didn't realize someone else was up here." I stuttered out, trying to comprehend where he had come from.
"Saw you in the hall as I was about to go for a run." He pushed himself up from leaning, shaking his head as he opened the door. "Nice moves by the way."
He left before I had a chance to respond, leaving me dumbfounded. I had never seen him in my apartment building, I had lived here for the last five years and knew the residents. I brushed the loose stands out of my face, I walked to the edge of the roof and waited. I watched as he stepped out on to the street below.
I could see the phone strapped to his large bicep, a cord trailing up to his ears. He took a couple steps out and looked up at the roof, he shook his head again before sprinting off. I couldn't tell from that distance but I knew he was laughing at me.