me: What’s it like
being the most beautiful woman in the club?
She looked
sideways at me.
me: No, I’m
serious. What’s it like?
She: No one talks to
me.
me: Except me.
She: Yes.
me: Let’s dance.
After:
She: When I dance
bachata with you, you make me feel like a queen.
me: Well, you should,
because you are a queen.
