Fifteen Minutes Later

“So….are you feeling better yet?” He had sat on the bench with me for at least fifteen minutes.

“Why? Are you getting impatient or something? You know, you don’t have to be out here with me.”

He looked taken aback. “I’m only trying to help.”

“Why? I mean, you don’t even know me.”

“What’s stopping that? We should get to know each other.”

“Ok. Well, what do you want to know?” The drink must have been really strong. I couldn’t believe I was opening up.

“Well, first of all.. you lose your date during a dance, and the first thing you do is head towards the alcohol, and fall into the arms of some guy?”

“Well.. not exactly.” This guy had me blushing already. “I, um.. came here with my cousin. I know it’s pretty lame, but it’s not like there’s any other chance of me getting a date.”

“I bet that’s not true! You’re like, gorgeous. But still, a least you got to go to a dance.”

“It’s not quite the same dancing with your cousin.”

“Hey, if you want to dance with someone else tonight, I can arrange that.”

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