In her sleeveless red dress, she certainly was attractive but definitely not my type. Well, I'd see to that. People can change, even if they weren't expecting it. Not
that I'd really noticed the way she walked over to my table asking me to buy-dare I say it-a burger. Meanwhile I sat alone and drank that vile liquid that Rosie
called wine. Hardly. Sooni was beautiful and when we danced it was more beautiful than Beethoven's sweetest masterpiece. But Sooni was not my type nor I hers,
but for a moment we shared something special.