“Do you want to dance?” Ric asked me and I nodded yes, of course, yes.
Ric was a good dancer, not like Emil who moves the same way over and over again and can’t hear the rhythm of the music. Ric heard the music and he smiled and laughed and talked while he was dancing. The music was so loud, every time he wanted to say something he had to lean close and place a hand on my shoulder. He didn’t talk to me the way Emil does.
The dance floor was crowded with people and we had to dance close together so we didn’t bump into the people around us. I could feel the necklace and the “G” bouncing against my collarbone, and sometimes Ric’s hand on my shoulder, his legs brushing against mine, which made my hands tingle. He leaned forward and took my elbow, cupped his other hand to my ear. “Let’s rest,
