I hear clicking. I look at them. Gosh, their boots are perfect, black, with a snake like texture, going up to their knees. They sure are confident in them. Connor starts shoving me towards them.
“Connor, stop.” I tell him, but it’s too late. I am already behind them.
They look right at me. “Hello?”
“Hello, would you like to dance with me?”
They smile and nod. “Yeah, that'd be
nice.”
The song we dance to is slow.
“What's your name?” they ask me softly.
“I'm Zoe.”
“Well, I'm Alana.”
“I like your boots.”
“I like you.” Our lips connect.
