We sat talking about the boxing match we’d planned to go watch the following weekend in the local city that Manuel’s cousin was fighting in, Dan’s eyes flicking back and forth to the dance floor watching his new found crush dancing away with her friends.
They were laughing as they mimicked dance moves which made me smile to myself, making sure I didn’t get caught out again, knowing I was unlikely to get away with it again. Blondie joined in but seemed more awkward than her three friends, like she lacked confidence though I couldn’t figure out why, she was stunning, tall, with legs that seemed to go on forever, curves in all the right places and beautiful soft features on her face, framed by her waves of honey blond hair which in the glare of the dance floor lights made her look almost angelic. Seriously what in goddesses name is wrong with me?! Why can I not stop looking at her!