When I pass Chris, I feel his eyes follow me closely, even after reaching the dance floor. Will I be able to move knowing that he’s watching me? A wave of jitters seizes me from the top of my hair to my toes, but the Mojito does its service and I end up giggling. I can’t just stand there in the middle of the other dancers like a wooden stake. So I decide to follow Amanda who’s already swaying to the rhythm of the music. Without scouring nightclubs or excelling in this area, I don’t hate dancing; it’s the perfect moment to allow my body to express itself. The latest hit resonates all around us and I let myself be carried while Amanda gives me the most glowing of her smiles.
We attract the attention of some guys, nevertheless, I decided to ignore them. I’m venting all the tensions accumulat
