Shall We Dance?

They flow across the dance floor.

She never knew he can dance.

Like Al Pacino in Scent of a Woman.

It feels like a dream.

It's too good to be real.

She's stunned.

She's surprised

She's so happy.

She's a little frightened.

She loves the pretty black dress he paid for.

She clings to the warmth and strength of his Mocha Latte hands.

She's lost in his Million Dollar smile.

This must be how Cinderella felt.

One night.

One spell.

A chance to forget everyone and everything, till the glass slipper drops, and the magic fades, when the clock strikes twelve.

One night.

One date.

One favor.

Nothing more...