It was nearing the end of the night. Two more songs maybe? Just one? Ben looked around and could tell everyone was getting anxious to wrap it up and move onwards to their parties, their open houses…their freedom.
“Alright everyone, last song of the night. You know what that means..find that special someone one last time. Class of 2016, this is for you!” Was it possible for the DJs at these dances not to sound corny?
Ben’s eyes flickered frantically around the dim room. His heart rate picked up. The time had come. In his mind, he’d put himself in this exact moment countless times. It was his last shot to impress her, to make a statement, to look into her eyes. There was no afterparty for Ben. There was no next opportunity. After tonight was a summer of lethargic boredom and the foreboding unknowns of college.
Where was she?
There. Her yellow dress caught his eye. She was laughing with a friend. The colorful lights of the dance floor shimmered in her eyes; those eyes that first grabbed Ben’s attention sophomore year. He smiled.
Ben took a deep breath, walked over to her, and put his hand on her shoulder. She turned.
May I have this dance?