She has been there, in a corner of the dance floor surrounded by her friends, dancing with a kind of wild abandon, for most of the night. Sometimes dancing with strangers, sometimes alone, but always sure of her moves, wild red hair whipping around her face like an unruly storm. To the casual observer, her freedom of movement might suggest that she was drunk. He knew better. No one could move their body so perfectly under the influence of alcohol. Besides, he's been watching her for most of the night, and she has not consumed one drink.
He was sitting at the bar, sneaking glances at his mobile and wondering how long he had before he could leave without seeming rude. He'd let his friends talk him into coming out tonight, but honestly after the week he'd had he would rather be in bed. Just as he was contemplating making some excuse and ditching, he saw her. The mysterious red-haired girl all but controlling the dance floor with her fluid movements. He was instantly captivated. Perhaps he would stay after all. It's been awhile since he's had any romantic ventures. Not since… well, that's a story for another night.
He orders another drink and watches her dance, trying to be subtle about it. However, he knows he's been caught when she suddenly looks straight in his direction, winks, and beckons him out onto the dance floor. Unsure, he makes his way over and begins to dance in the general vicinity of the girl and her friends.
"What's your name?" he asks.
"Lily," she replies, "what's yours?"
"James. So what do you do when you're not out dancing, Lily?"
"James," she says, "just shut up and dance with me," and she pulls him towards her, putting his hands around her waist.
He complies, moving to the music and enjoying the way she feels moving against him. He tries once more to make conversation, but she simply shakes her head, too lost in the music to respond.
There is something about her that makes him want to find out more. He knows she's interested, because he sees her coyly glancing at him beneath those long lashes as they dance. But she shuts down any attempts at conversation. He thinks she's holding back, using the dance as an excuse to forget something. By the end of the night, he thinks she might just be the one for him. He definitely doesn't like the thought of never seeing her again. She might be his next shot at a real relationship, his destiny. They just fit together. As the night ends and the DJ plays the last song, their lips somehow find each other and smash together. Next thing he knows, her legs are wrapped around his waist and they're kissing furiously, as if the world depends on their tongues gaining entrance into the other's mouth. Suddenly, the song ends and she's jumping down, looking around embarrassedly at her friends.
"Come on, Lily, leave him alone. We're ready to go home," whines a dishwater blonde.
She looks up at him with nervous eyes.
"Um, bye," she says in a quiet voice, looking at him with what he hopes are longing eyes, before scurrying away after her friends.
"Bye," he whispers back, although she's long out of earshot.
He sighs, hoping she's not going to be another one that got away.
Luckily for him, he had slipped his mobile number into her pocket while she wasn't looking. The ball was in her court now. Smirking, he left the club with a spring in his step.