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I had just finished a dinner shift at the restaurant. My feet hurt. I noticed my phone buzzing.
“Angela, where are you?! Let’s go drinking!” Amongst my friend’s voice, were sounds of conversation and music.
Part of me felt like going home and wrapping myself up in my blanket. Part of me thought, “Why not? Enjoy the night with your girls. Work is over!”
By 1am, I was at our usual club enjoying the atmosphere.
Among the crowd, I see a head pop-up in the distance. Our eyes make contact. I don’t recognise him, but he smiles and waves.
I’m racking my brain trying to figure out who this guy is. He’s tall, with dark hair and eyes. Do I know this guy? He seems to know me.
Him and his friends appear in our section. I have the urge to leave. I wasn’t in the mood to meet new people. My friends notice them nearby and gesture to “be nice and make conversation”.
The last thing I wanted to do was approach him. Why can’t we just enjoy a girls’ night out?
I roll my eyes and walk to the bar. If my friends are encouraging me to talk to someone, I’ll need a drink.
I receive my drink from the bartender and of course, this mystery guy appears beside me.