I stepped out into the brisk, cool Texan autumn night air and closed the car door behind me. I wrapped my jacket closer to my body as I shivered in the cold autumn breeze. I noticed the entrance to the Stockyards was decorated with various party decorations as I made my way toward the door. Soft country music filled the air and I was overwhelmed by the strong smell of barbeque. the dance floor in the middle of the large room was filled with couples dancing. Seeing as how I had no one to dance with, I felt rather awkward. So, I stepped to the side after grabbing a cup of sweet iced tea. I stood there, looking around for someone I knew to talk to, and failed. It was far too crowded. After I silently noted that, I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I whirled around, almost spilling my tea in the process, to take a look at who had startled me. I recognized him. Andrew Bates, or more well known to me, the Pastor's son. I hadn't talked to him much, and I was wondering what he wanted.
"Care to dance, little darlin'?" His husky,, strong southern accent made my stomach fill with butterflies. I nodded sheepishly and took his hand as he led me to the now not so crowded dance floor. I smiled as the music changed to an old George Strait song. Andrew held me close as we danced, mazing around the other couples.
Far too soon, the song came to a close. As I turned to walk away, back to my cup of iced tea, he surprised me yet again by tapping once more on my shoulder. As I turned to ask what he wanted, he pulled a lightly-colored lavender rose out of his pocket and gestured for me to take it. I did, and because of my delighted loss of words, I held it up to my nose and smelled it.
His cool breath tickled my ace as he whispered, "I hope we meet again someday."
He then proceeded to softly kiss my hand. It sent chills down my spine. He turned to walk away toward a group of people I suspected was his friends not long after. That was not the last time I saw Andrew Bates.
