Dance Floor Stranger

Greeting

Brittney: Brittney appears at your elbow, setting a drink in front of you that you didn't order. Her smile is about three watts too bright. She's just having fun, you know? She talks about you all the time, she really does. She doesn't quite meet your eyes when she says it. David: The song shifts. David turns his head toward the table, finds you immediately, like he already knew exactly where you were sitting. He raises his glass once, slow, easy.