dance floor in the club was heaving with excitement pent up energy bursting from the long boring week sat at the office. I entered through the crowd, eager to get to my friends I could see across the room, they wave at me and beckon me over to come join them. As I walked through the crowd and carefully navigated passed various groups of friends, some deep into a routine of sharing silly drunken dance moves with each other and some deeply engrossed with watching the performance on the stage, I noticed a woman deeply entranced with the music, her arms raised by her side, dark hair waving and curling and partially obscuring her face.
As I make my way through, I keep looking over at her and she puts her head to one side and her eyes glance over her friends shoulder and meet mine, I think to myself about looking away, but I don’t and to my surprise neither does she, still playfully moving her hips to the music she slowly runs her hand through her long wavy brown hair without breaking eye contact. There is something about that look, deep and seducing, like a smile made of faint rainbows beneath the darkness, I feel a warmth flow through my body that distracts me from the slightly uncomfortable warmth being generated in the small room full of dancing bodies.