I saw her walk across the room to over where I was. The giant crowd of elegantly dressed party-goers seemed to part for her. She was so beautiful, in her sleek black ball gown that covered her feet. Her hair was down and cascaded off her shoulders in loose curls.
"McHenry," I said.
"Winters," she replied as she came to a stop next to me, and leaned against the balcony railing. "You like the party?" she asked as she reached down and slipped off her high black pumps, rubbing her feet.
"It's… big." I commented, and she laughed. I loved the way she smiled when she laughed, and the way her eyes crinkled a little bit.
"Nooooo," she said sarcastically. "But yeah, my dad has a lot of friends."
"I can tell," I said, and she laughed again.
"Most of them are just acquaintances I think, though."
"Oh." The silence grew more and more awkward until she got up from her position against the balcony and started walking. I thought she was walking away, and I started cursing myself silently, but then she stopped and turned so she was facing me. Without saying a word, she threw her arms around my neck and stood on her tip-toes to kiss me. I put my arms around her waist and kissed her back. This wasn't a stupid teenage boy's daydream. This wasn't even some stupid high school kiss.
It wasn't fake.
It wasn't stupid.
This. Was. Real.