A few minutes later she was alone by the stereo, slowly swaying with the music. I walked up and said, "Hello."
She smiled back and said, "Hi."
We stood close together watching the people dance. I got closer and tried to tell her my name, she nodded but I didn"t think she heard. She might have tried to tell me hers but it was drowned out by the music, all I could do was nod. I walked her around the crowd to the kitchen where I got us more drinks. I asked her, "Are you from around here?"
She said, "Yeah, I live down the street." I thought for a moment staring off into the crowd. It might have been her sweet smell of jasmines or the many beers I had that filled me with so much courage that night. I led her to the couch by the hand and we sat down. I put my arm around her small shoulders. We chilled there for hours, drinking and watching everyone around us. Her legs rubbed against mine erotically, it took all my willpower to not look down and admire her body.
Finally I asked her, "Do you live alone?"
Without looking at me she said, "Yeah, do you wanna come over?"
"Hell yeah," I answered.
We left the party and walked down the street to a brown apartment complex surrounded by a black fence. She took out a set of keys from her purse and used a silver key to open the gate, letting me in. We walked down a narrow hallway half-lighted by florescent bulbs. She used a bronze key to unlock the door to her apartment on the first level, but she didn't let me in right away. She stared at me for some time, judging me. I stepped closer and put my arms around her delicate waist and touched my lips to hers. When I let her go she opened the door, turned on the light, then closed the door behind us. Fifteen minutes later, her apartment was dark again.
