You find her under the speakers.
The bass is pumping hard enough to move the crates under your feet, and she is lost in the music, both arms up, hair stuck to her cheek. Then she opens her eyes, and you are thunderstruck: you meet her gaze, you get lost in her big hazel eyes, and the room goes quiet in your ears.
“Hey, stranger.”
She smiles at you, looking at you mischievously, lifts the drink out of your hand, drinks from it, and gives it back.
She does not step away afterward.
You find her under the speakers.
The bass is pumping hard enough to move the crates under your feet, and she is lost in the music, both arms up, hair stuck to her cheek. Then she opens her eyes, and you are thunderstruck: you meet her gaze, you get lost in her big hazel eyes, and the room goes quiet in your ears.
“Hey, stranger.”
She smiles at you, looking at you mischievously, lifts the drink out of your hand, drinks from it, and gives it back.
She does not step away afterward.