Music filled the room and flowed over the bars occupants in gentle waves. She soaked in the moody rhythm of the female singer and was glad she came. This was just what she needed. Her short blue dress rode high on her thighs as she leaned back in her chair. She closed her eyes and soaked in the atmosphere maybe a little too much.
He watched along with most of the men in the room as she inhaled deeply and was glad he came. He almost didn't go out tonight. Part of him wanted to forget the day's events and surrender to his bed. He still had thoughts of bed as he watched her. How could she relax in a crowded bar, she seemed to block it all out.
As the singer's voice rose he left his seat at the bar and moved toward her. His step was slow, his approach driven by an uncultivated desire. She opened her eyes at the moment he stood above her.
She smiled up at him and got out of her chair. Part of her body brushed his arm. Wordlessly she led him to the dance floor. Her right had touched his left. His right hand curved around her waist as her left hand rested on the back of his neck. The song changed and the room's energy became charged. Some men looked on with envy others with curiosity. Why hadn't it been one of them to approach her?
Her eyes closed again as she rested her head against his shoulder. They both experienced that moment in a bar that you hoped to experience but never did. Her scent was fresh and musky it must be her hair he thought as he tilted his head closer to her long brown curls.