“You like to dance?” she asks. “Did you need something?” I carve the words out of stone and show her my irritation with a scowl. Surprise and dismay mingle on her pretty face. “I-I was just trying to make conversation.” “Go try with someone else. I’m not in the mood for it.” “Wow.” Hurt fills her eyes and she presses her lips together, shaking her head. “Sorry I bothered you.”
SMH
