I have visions of him seeing me from across the club. Seeing me dancing and drinking with Tacye, having a good time. For just one last time, I want to feel his eyes follow my every move. I know it’s wrong and I’m playing a dangerous game, but I want him to see I’m not the silly little girl he thinks I am. The one who wears fluffy, festive socks, gets worked up about stupid bad things I’ve done, and hasn’t said a real curse word in her life.
