A stranger
She looked at him like she knew, all the secrets he held inside himself, just by staring at his profile from across the big room. Colors danced around him, women passed with long and big dresses of rainbow colors. But he didn't look. His hands were inside the pockets of his perfect ironed casual jeans. His walk was slow, his smile wide. He didn't look at her though. No. He liked the dance they were doing. Like a coming and going of waves. Now you. Now me. Don't look. Look a little longer. Walk away. Walk closer. She approached. Wearing a smile like a weapon and an attitude like a trigger. She didn't know his name. It didn't matter, names were overrated. She reached for his hand without saying a word and pulled him towards her body. He gasped in surprise which made her laugh out loud, turning people's heads to the newly formed couple. He grabbed her waist, it was wide and curvy, and he thought it was heaven. Their bodies danced faster than everyone else...