She watches him moving towards her. Finally, he shows some interest. After all these years of “let’s just be friends”. She moves her hips, watching him looking longingly at her. She grabs him and makes him move along with her. The speakers blast techno music, the vibrations becoming part of the two partners.

There was a sense of awkwardness about them, a kind of indie movie moment that is endearing to the point of disgust. They continue swaying in time despite the fact that neither one can look into the other’s eyes.

Why won’t he just tell me how he feels? I know he loves me. Men! The music turns to a slow song. “Killing Me Softly.” Of all songs. The only one that happens to be true. Sadly, she walks towards the bar. He follows at a distance, not understanding what is going on inside her.

“Scotch on the rocks,” she nearly whispers to the bar keeper.

Oh this is going to be a long night....