She looks like a model, too. Everybody in the space looks their best.
“It was a dinner party…” I say, somewhat dull.
She laughs, a knowing smile curving her lips.
“It wasn’t fun, and you ran away…” she murmurs.
“Something like that.”
She looks away and sips more alcohol.
“Well, this is the place to get lost and forget about things,” she says as if that’s been her experience too.
She brings her eyes back to me.
“And you know because…?” I ask.
Her laugh erases my impression.
“No, no… It’s not me. I’m here to celebrate Em’s birthday.”
She points to the woman dancing inside the circle created by her friends. There are six or seven women.
Something tells me she’s not entirely honest about not being that person.
“No men, huh?” I toss at her jokingly.
“It’s the girls’ night out. Plus, I don’t have one. You?”
I stay frozen for a moment, my mouth open.
“No. No, no… I have no one. Do you like them?” I switch gears.
Her eyes stall on my face, searching for the truth.
“What? Men?” she asks.
I nod.
She shrugs.
“Occasionally, yes,” she says.
We share more laughter before I come under scrutiny again.
“You didn’t have one, not even at the event?” she asks.
I like her.
She’s cute and smart. Fast too.
“Not even at the other event. What makes you say that?” I murmur, not looking at her before drinking more water.
“You looking like a fugitive.”
I tilt my gaze to her and chuckle.
“How does a fugitive look?”