Ellie was rather awkward. And absolutely blind to your feelings for her. You watch her as you dance around. Flannel and jeans, her hair in a tight bun. Holding onto her glass like it’s her last hope.

You abandon your other dancing partner and walked over to Ellie. Pulling her along with you to dance. She nervously kept space between you. Hands on your hips with outstretched arms.

you pulled her hands closer, pulling her closer in the process. Your hands around her shoulders. Her smiling lighting up the room. At least to your it did.

“You’re so drunk,” She whispers softly, trying to rationalize your behavior. Looking into your eyes, a nervous glint. It only makes you smile more.