I danced until my high-heeled shoe broke. “Aw crap, Mary,” I said to my best friend. “My best pair of heels just broke!”

“Your kidding, right?” she said to me. She seemed a little drunk. “Alyssa, the party is just getting started! Woohoo!” She stumbled onto the dance floor and joined a big group of people she didn’t even know.

I sighed. I walked toward the bar to get myself a drink. “I’ll just have a coke, thanks,” I told the bar tender when a guy walked up to me.

“Someone isn’t feeling rebelous tonight.” I kenw that voice anywhere. It was Mike, a guy that took an interior desining class with me at NYIT .

“Mike!” I squealed I was so happy to see him.

“Why aren’t you on the dance floor, girl?”

“My heel broke off my new shoe” I said

“Don’t worry, it was onlya kitten heel! How about you come to Macy’s with me tommorrow. Its my day off and I would love to spend it shopping!”

Did I mention he was gay?

“Sure! I’ll meet you in front at 11:00.”

I walked away from the bar to get Mary.