He drew me back to the table where his old high school friends sat pretending not to watch us.
"Sorry, everyone. I've got to take Elena away. But it's been a blast." He began to shake hands with all the males at the table. The females got up too, giving him quick, distant hugs and pecks on the cheek.
Jennifer was the last to come up to us. She looked at him with pouty eyes, put a hand on his chest and moved in closer. "Why don't you stay a little longer? The dancing is just getting started. I remember you having good moves."
Charles smiled politely. "I think not."
"Then at least take this," she said, holding a small scrap of paper close to her cleavage where his eyes would have to take in every curve.
To my surprise, he looked down at me instead. "Ready?"
I nodded. Jennifer's eyes we
