As soon as the words had left his lips, my mouth was at his ear, with a reply waiting in it.
I took a breath to speak, my eyes closed, but sensed him leaving my side. Opening my eyes, I saw him being pulled onto the dance floor by a skinny blonde with gyrating hips. Kevin came and lent against the bar next to me, and we watched our dancing dark-haired man, arm muscles straining against his gleaming white shirt, a half-hearted shy smile on his face. I squinted in the disco lights and heard Kevin sigh,
"Well, that's that. Neither of us stand a chance, sweetie."
He grabbed a drink and sailed off. I stayed looking wistfully for another minute, before joining him on the balcony.
