I invited him to a party that I spent an hour getting ready for. I curled my hair, spent a little extra time on my make up, and chose a dazzling blue sequin cocktail dress. It was a date I had been teasing him about over text for days. A date I had been looking forward to.
The party, though, turned out to be mediocre. By the time I poured my second beer, we had already said hello to anyone we knew and they had moved on. We did the standard “Hello, how are you, this is my friend, isn’t the weather just crazy lately,” and then they would all wander off, looking for the next small talk. All the while, I could feel his hand resting comfortably on the small of my back.
We settled a cozy corner not far from everyone else and I took the chance to lean against the wall. My heels were tall and the night was still beginning. I took a short sip of the pale ale, and ran my eyes over him. He looked delicious tonight.