"She's beautiful, isn't she," said the boy to the girl at the edge of the dance floor. He was talking about the girl's friend, who was dancing with her hands above her head.
"Yes," said the girl, "She's beautiful. She's my best friend. She's so beautiful."
The music was very loud and they had to shout into each other's ears to be heard over it.
"And the way she dances," said the boy, "It's like the music takes her over, like she isn't even there."
"I know," said the girl, placing both hands on her chest, "I wish I could dance like that."
The boy turned away from the girl's cheek and the smell of her perfume to watch her friend dance. The girl watched too. Her friend was gyrating her hips in quick circles while her hands made opposite circles above her. She was smiling.
"I'm in love with her!" the boy exclaimed.
The girl laughed.
"Me too!" she said, just before he started to kiss her.
