Oh, why did he have to mention that night! She was flooded with images—his shaking thumbs attempting to free her shirt, his knuckles and her breast one deep breath away from touching, and those eyes when he’d looked down at her. She had never met a man with such a blistering gaze. After some time, she finally replied and tried to find some chill that she did not feel.
I’ve been #buttonsonly since that night.
Glad to see you’ve taken the proper precautions.
A knock on the door scared Liza enough to make her jump. Why was her heart hammering? Why did she feel so guilty? Like she was in here eating the last of Granny’s pie.
“I need the bathroom, Liza,” Janae huffed.
“Go to Mom’s!”
“I need this one, it’s got my rollers.” Liza rolled her eyes and watched the three dots blink on her screen. God forbid Janae was kept away from her roller set.
“One minute!” she stammered.
Oh, almost forgot. Do you know anything about the Pinoy rap scene?
Wow. Yes actually. It’s kind of a deep hobby of mine.
Cool, cool. Let’s hook up later. I need help curating a playlist.
She smiled at that and unlocked the door. Janae looked at her quizzically when she blew past her.
Ok, we went ahead and added the dance floor setup to the room. It was a last-minute request, so the price is more than quoted in the itemized list. Can we expect a dance floor for future events as well?
Awaiting your reply,
Tom, Elite Events
Dorsey spent the entire week blowing through his Treasurer cigarettes. When those were done, he chewed gum. Now, tonight, mere hours before the event, he was a bundle of nerves. He would ask Liza to dance, that he knew. But her reaction was hers. He hoped to publicly make up for the meme, for the embarrassment he had caused her. And to spend a few glorious minutes holding her without the crippling guilt or the threat of memes.
