The Dance
Our end-of-the-year party was better than last year. Lara had found out shortly after we arrived that she didn't much care for Earth alcohol so she agreed to be the designated driver for us. This meant I could enjoy all the margaritas and tequila shooters I wanted and not have to worry about driving. As usual, there was food, karaoke singing, dancing, and stories shared, overall, just a good time had by all. At one point, a handsome young man asked me to dance. I decided one dance wouldn't hurt so I decided to give it a try. He led me out onto the dance floor and try as I might, I just didn't enjoy the dance. When the song ended, I excused myself and went to the restroom. Lara slipped and said, "You okay Alexis?"
I looked up at her and smiled. "Yeah, I'm okay."
"Bad dancer?" she asked.
"Wrong partner," I said.
Lara smiled as I washed my hands and we went back to the party. The young man was talking with another teacher so I didn't feel so bad about my reaction. I walked to the bar and ordered another drink. Lara and I were watching Mr. Jarvis, the science teacher, begin to sing, "When You Love a Woman," from Journey. As I took a sip from my drink, a man walked up, extended his hand, and asked, "May I have this dance?"
I looked, and looking back at me were light brown eyes, like creamy caramel, black hair, a million watt smile, and the answer to my prayers. I coughed as I choked on my drink and I think I went into a state of shock. I reached over and tapped Lara's arm.
"Lara... Lara, I think I'm having another sighting."
Lara laughed, then turned and looked. She gasped and said, "If you are, then so am I."
I smiled and took his hand, setting my drink on the bar. He led me out on the dance floor, put his hand on the small of my back, and held me close. My heart began to pound in my chest. 'Don't let this be a dream. Please, don't let this be a dream.' I had one hand on his shoulder, and the other holding his hand. I glanced up at Lara and she smiled really big and gave me a thumbs up. I couldn't speak. I was afraid to incase it was dream.
Finally, he whispered, "That was a lovely speech you gave today."
I pulled back and gasped, "You were there!"
He smiled and nodded. "Yes. I wanted to talk to you then but it was too crazy."
"Promotion gets that way," I said smiling.
"Those were lovely roses on your desk," he said.
"You saw those?" I asked.
"I was afraid you'd moved on, and another man held your heart," he said.
"So that's why the card was miss-placed," I said.
"Yeah, sorry about that," he said smiling sheepishly. "I saw some people coming back and I didn't want to get caught so I hid."
"How did you find me tonight?" I asked.
"You had your end-of-year party at the same place last year," he said. "I took a chance that you'd be here again."
"I'm glad you did," I said.
"Me too, but when I saw you dance with that other man, I was crushed. Then I saw you run into the ladies room, and Lara followed you."
"He wasn't who I wanted to dance with," I said smiling.
"Really?" he asked with a wicked grin on his face. "Who did you want to dance with?
"You."
"I've missed you so Alexis."
"I've missed you too, Oliver."
"Oh how I've missed that name, and the how beautiful it sounds on your lips."
We continued to dance until the song finished. Two more slow songs followed, we danced in silence, and it felt as if we were the only two people in the world. Once the music changed to something faster, he escorted me back to the bar. Lara's smile was so big as she said, "Welcome back sir."
'How? When? Why?' I had questions flying though my head but I couldn't seem to get my thoughts straight. I felt myself smiling, sure I was dreaming and hoping I wasn't, when Oliver said, "Maybe we should take this conservation someplace else, more private."
"I know just the place," said Lara gathering our things and leading the way to my car. "Follow me."
Lara drove my car, and I sat in the back seat with Oliver, just staring at him. 'Don't be a dream. Please don't be a dream.' We arrived at the apartment, went inside, and sat on the couch in the living room. My mind was exploding with questions and I couldn't seem to form any of them.
"I'm sure you have a lot of questions," he said.
I nodded my head but I had lost the power of speech. Try as I might, I just couldn't form any words. My mind was racing faster than an Indy car at the 500. Here was Oliver, sitting on my couch, in my new living room, holding my hand. I was sure I wasn't asleep, but it seemed that I lost the power of basic speech. 'Oh God, don't let me be too drunk.'