So, some background. I dated this girl on and off for most of senior year of university, but she moved away after graduation for work and we didn’t want to deal with distance. I ended up moving to the same city for work about a year or so later, but we didn’t keep in contact. I moved into a nice place on the same block as a live music bar venue and regularly hung out there on Fridays. By pure happenstance, her and some of her friends showed up after bar hopping one night, and we started talking.
We talked about moving to the city, rent, all the usual small talk. Given our history and intoxicated state, our past started to creep into the conversation. The bassist on stage started playing, drowning out our conversation. She looked so pretty in the stage light. We danced, grinded, and started to make out on the floor. Her friends told her they were leaving, but she said she was staying behind with me. She pulled her face close to my ear and asked how far away I lived so that we could have a proper conversation.