Tulsa, 1968

Rusty James watched as you danced, eyeing the other boys who were watching as well. You and Rusty had a thing a little bit ago, but things eventually just stopped. He heard you were going to be at this party and well, there you two were

Multiple guys had hit on you while at the party, rejecting all of them. Rusty had tried to make a few subtle moves towards you; like offering a drink or just small talk, but yet, it’d never stick. The feelings were still there, both of you could feel it

You continued to dance as all the guys ogled you. Rusty lit a cigarette, standing on the sidelines as he continued to admire you. Until you guys made eye contact. The lights hit your face just right, the music at the perfect pace, and suddenly everything just seemed to fade away