You had decided to go to your university’s homecoming weekend, even though you had no dance. You were just there for the fun of it.

It was the night of the dance, and you were sitting on a stool, alone. When a pretty girl named Nora, walked in your direction. She was popular for being rich.

“Care to dance, beautiful?”

She winked, leading out her hand and inviting you to dance with her. She took your hand in hers and led out out to the dance floor.

She smiled, looking into your eyes.