At first, I think it’s my imagination. Maybe her parents are right behind me, but then recognition washes over her face. She is looking at me. Her eyes widen in surprise as if she’s trying to work things out in her own head. I wink at her, and I swear I see her blush. Could she be any more sweet and innocent? Music fades into the room, and bright lights bathe her in a soft, yellow glow. She wears those black pants I consider to be God’s gift to man. Sequins make the black tank top stand out against the rest of her dark outfit. Her feet are bare, and her hair is in a loose braid with a few
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