Loud music was playing in the restaurant. Someone was standing at the bar, someone was dancing. You stood in the distance and watched the crowd, sipping the lagoon from a straw. A tall guy came up to you. You looked at him. — Girl, would you like to dance? There was platonic interest in his gaze. Your hair was curled, and there was a scarlet tint on your lips. You looked at him, afraid, you held out your hand to him and answered: