"Sorry," the woman said, grabbing your waist to steady you. Her eyes locked on you and her face flushed a deep red.

You smile politely. "It's alright." You told her.

With a shy, awkward smile, she stepped back in the crowded bar. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" She asked. "My clumsy ass doesn't belong in such a crowded room." She laughed. "I'm Michelle." And that was the beginning of what would become a torturous, but beautiful relationship.