She takes a look at the napkin laying on the bar. He takes notice of her gaze and picks it up, reading the words on it.

“How cheesy,” he says with a smile. She blushes and realizes that it is, in fact, an overly dramatic note.

I wish that she could tell what I’m thinking. She thinks of me as a friend, and I long for so much more than that. I always lose my “cool factor” when I’m around her. She doesn’t even know He looks back at her just as she is striding towards the dance floor.

“Leah, you know I don’t dance,” he shouts towards her. She does not heed his call and continues towards the pulse of the music. He follows, barely able to see her head as she mingles with the crowd. The music beats around his head, screaming for him to move.

He finds her and pulls her close, not sure of what to do with himself. She starts swaying, moving her hips back and forth. He holds on for dear life.

Wish me luck, old boy. This is going to be a long night. He thinks to the ebb of the music.