As I twirled, however, I saw DeMarcos standing by the bar watching me. He didn't seem to mind that I saw him staring, as if he didn't realize how creepy it was to do that—or maybe he did know.
After a few more songs, I returned to my table with my friends, who couldn't wait to tell me what I already knew.
"He's coming over here!" Bernice said in an excited whisper.
I looked up at him as he reached our table.
"Can I talk to you?" It was only half a question. It was more like "I'm going to talk to you and you can do it now, or you can do it later."
"About what?" I asked.
He gestured with his head for me to follow him.
"I'll be back," I sighed. They watched me with big eyes. "Don't drink those sodas! They've been left unattended. Toss them."
Bernice quickly gathered the cans of so
