Most of my friends and ex-friends were in attendance, and my night out felt more like a high school reunion. I hadn’t seen many of them since my birthday, but I could schedule an actual reunion anytime. I had Ali on the brain and needed to get him on the dance floor. I’m already hooked, but I still needed to see how he danced.
I saw Dwayne in front of me. He’s a decent dancer. He may not do much, but he does it with such smooth swag. It kinda sucks you in and makes you want to join whatever world he’s in when he dances. But not tonight. Maybe never again. So far, I’d dodged him successfully. Someone else, however, spotted me.
He looked like he wanted to come over and whine about how sad he is that I rejected him. [snort] The nerve! I may have had some growing up to do, but I wasn’t the only one. He needed to figure himself out, decide what he wanted, and stick with it. And it better not be me! I gave him a look, daring him to talk to me if he didn’t value his life. Ha ha! That sounds like something Mommy would say. I haven’t graduated to that level of sass yet.
“Are you ok?” Ali asked.
Oooh! I would have paid top dollar to learn what he was thinking when he asked me that. Did he care about me already? Were we connected enough that he sensed my anxiety? Was he territorial? Would he fight Devonte for me?? GAAAH! I wish I could make sense of what happened to me that night, but I didn’t have time to stand there and analyze it. I wanted to enjoy this sim’s company for as long as I could.
