"The song slowed down, guys began asking
the girls for a dance. Couples began to dance in the center, lost in their
worlds; like small bubbles fit only for two enveloped them.

I looked at my phone, checking the time.
The slow dance, I thought. It wasn't likely for me to dance with a guy. It isn't
like me to dance at all.

Most of my friends are dancing, beautiful
and stunning in their bright dresses. I wore a little black dress, silk and
lace, ending up at the knee. I felt pretty for the night, but nothing
compared to my friends. But well, who cares? I won't now. I'm going
home.

I called my dad, saying that he should
pick me up after 15 minutes. I, nothing to do, stood at the side. And I didn't
realize I was standing beside him.

We locked eyes for a moment, and I had
this feeling in my tummy. I thought, Do you want to dance? But I had to stop
myself. Rejected or not, no doubt we'll both feel awkward over the weekend. But I had
the strangest notion that he wanted to dance with me too.

Either that or maybe I was just so full
of myself."