The table is occupied by three men. Usually I don’t notice people beyond their location in my dance, but for a moment, my heart skips and I miss a beat before I recover with an extra twirl. They are beautiful. From what I can see in the dim lighting, they are young, maybe a year older than me, and all kinds of dark and sexy. Their eyes are locked on me and my every move. One’s dark gaze is filled with a promise as it roams down me in an unmistakable way. Another’s flirty eyes touch everywhere they look. The third man, with light irises, is grinning at me.
