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The rings beaded on the surface. I traced them with my finger, manipulating the water's pattern. Glass in my hand, dreams in my head, I was content in that moment.
Running. I'm always running from one place to the next, stopping only to perform a task or complete an errand. My schedule is packed tightly with no room for errors. Not even you.
The music flooded his senses: feet tapping, head bobbing, fingers snapping, heart throbbing. He could barely contain himself any longer. With his suit smoothed, tie straightened, hair fastened, and drink swallowed, he was ready. He strode to the dance floor with an acceptable arrogance and took the nearest woman for a spin.
The waiter stopped by and cleared the plates from the table. They sat there in silence, staring at each other through empty wine glasses. She was anxious for the check to arrive, and wished that she was getting a tip for all the time she waited on him.
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