Sharondipity, pt. 2
A bartender at the party teaches you how to get drinks off of people all night, and you use this newfound skill to get drinks for several new acquaintances.
The two-bedroom apartment’s downstairs space is now hot and cramped with hundreds of people, and your new acquaintances are leaving.
One moment of color spins your wanton mind, as the girl you didn’t get to speak with earlier says, “Goodbye you!” with a smile of peaked delight.
You shout above the crowd, “I’ll see you later!”
You don’t know why these were the words escaping from your brain, vocalized in a moment of absolute smug certainty.
She wades through the crowd and out of sight.