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It
’
s
noisy
,
crowded
,
and
the
music
has
started
so
there
is
a
large
crowd
on
the
dance
floor
.
Kate
is
not
at
our
table
,
and
José
has
disappeared
.
Levi
looks
lost
and
forlorn
on
his
own
.
“
Where
’
s
Kate
?
”
I
shout
at
Levi
above
the
noise
.
My
head
is
beginning
to
pound
in
time
to
the
thumping
bass
line
of
the
music
.
“
Dancing
,
”
Levi
shouts
,
and
I
can
tell
he
’
s
mad
.
He
’
s
eyeing
Christian
suspiciously
.
I
struggle
into
my
black
jacket
and
place
my
small
shoulder
bag
over
my
head
so
it
sits
at
my
hip
.
I
’
m
ready
to
go
,
once
I
’
ve
seen
Kate
.
I
touch
Christian
’
s
arm
and
lean
up
and
shout
in
his
ear
,
“
She
’
s
on
the
dance
floor
,
”
brushing
his
hair
with
my
nose
,
smelling
his
clean
,
fresh
smell
.
All
those
forbidden
,
unfamiliar
feelings
that
I
have
tried
to
deny
surface
and
run
amok
through
my
drained
body
.
I
flush
,
and
somewhere
deep
,
deep
down
my
muscles
clench
deliciously
.
He
rolls
his
eyes
at
me
and
takes
my
hand
again
and
leads
me
to
the
bar
.
He
’
s
served
immediately
,
no
waiting
for
Mr
.
Control
Freak
Grey
.
Does
everything
come
so
easily
to
him
?
I
can
’
t
hear
what
he
orders
.
He
hands
me
a
very
large
glass
of
iced
water
.
“
Drink
.
”
He
shouts
his
order
at
me
.
The
moving
lights
are
twisting
and
turning
in
time
to
the
music
,
casting
strange
colored
light
and
shadows
all
over
the
bar
and
the
clientele
.
He
’
s
alternately
green
,
blue
,
white
,
and
a
demonic
red
.
He
’
s
watching
me
intently
.
I
take
a
tentative
sip
.
“
All
of
it
,
”
he
shouts
.
He
’
s
so
overbearing
.
He
runs
his
hand
through
his
unruly
hair
.
He
looks
frustrated
,
angry
.
What
is
his
problem
?
Apart
from
a
silly
drunk
girl
calling
him
in
the
middle
of
the
night
so
he
thinks
she
needs
rescuing
.
And
it
turns
out
she
does
from
her
over
-
amorous
friend
.
Then
seeing
her
being
violently
ill
at
his
feet
.
Oh
,
Ana
…
are
you
ever
going
to
live
this
down
?
My
subconscious
is
figuratively
tutting
and
glaring
at
me
over
her
half
-
moon
specs
.
I
sway
a
little
,
and
he
puts
his
hand
on
my
shoulder
to
steady
me
.
I
do
as
I
’
m
told
and
drink
the
entire
glass
.
It
makes
me
feel
queasy
.
Taking
the
glass
from
me
,
he
places
it
on
the
bar
.
I
notice
through
a
blur
what
he
’
s
wearing
:
a
loose
white
linen
shirt
,
snug
jeans
,
black
Converse
sneakers
,
and
a
dark
pinstriped
jacket
.
His
shirt
is
unbuttoned
at
the
top
,
and
I
see
a
sprinkling
of
hair
in
the
gap
.
In
my
groggy
frame
of
mind
,
he
looks
yummy
.
