He saw her from across the club. She looked like she didn't belong there. He agreed with her. He didn't think he belonged there either. He watched her table across the dance floor. The group of guys he was with, his friends didn't notice that he had zoned out of their conversation. There were 7 people at her table, 6 of which looked to be having a good time. 4 women and 3 men. It seemed that she didn't have a date. He wondered if she even was dating someone. From the way she was noticing all the little gestures the three couple were showing each other, she probably didn't have a boyfriend.
The rest of the group she was with were exchanging looks over her head, none of which she noticed because she was focused on drawing patterns on the table with her left hand. One of the girls shrugged, grabbed her date's hand, and walked down the steps onto the dance floor. The girl looked up from the table and noticed two of them had left. She shooed everyone else onto the floor. After what seemed to be an argument with one of the girls and her date, she was left at the table by herself. The waitress came over, and the girl said something to her, holding up one finger. The waitress left and came back with a shot glass. She downed it and continued to sit, watching the floor, nodding her head in time to the music.
She noticed him across the club watching her. She was a little curious to who he was because every time she glanced his way, it seemed that he was still watching her. She played with the shot glass in her hand, wishing she had a few more. She looked over to the dance floor, looking for the people she came with, not seeing them anywhere. She nodded her head in time to the music, softly singing along.
She wished she could leave. She wasn't having any fun at the present moment and she didn't think she was going to have any. She would get up and leave, but one of the girls she was with would get worried when they couldn't find her. She looked over at the male who seemed to be staring at her. From what she should see, and it wasn't much because of the lighting, he was cute. She got the waitress' attention and ordered another shot.
He noticed that she knew he was looking at her. He wished that he could leave his friends and go over to her. He tuned back into their conversation and realized they were talking about women who they'd had sex with. Disgustedly he tuned back out, and focused on her. He saw that she was looking directly at him. She raised her shot glass in his direction, swallowed the liquid, and placed the glass on the table. He repeated the motion with his glass half full of beer.
She smiled as he took a large sip of beer. She motioned to the waitress, and asked her to tell her friends that she had left. She grabbed her coat, and walked out of the club.
He saw her leave, and scrambled to get his coat. After a hasty goodbye to his friends, he left through the same door that she had disappeared through a few minutes ago. He shivered in the cold Boston air. The guy looked all around him, looking for her. He finally noticed her standing outside the crowd. He crossed the street and stood in front of her. The stars and moon cast a shadow over her features, but her smile was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
She looked up at the man in front of her. The night sky seemed to make his pale skin glow, but his eyes held the warmth that she'd been looking for.
"Hi," she said, "I'm Michelle."
"I'm Stephen." He took her hand.
It turned out to be a good night after all.