"Something wrong?" Julia said.
"I thought I saw someone I knew," I said, and continued to shift in my seat to get a better view. The young woman seemed to have disappeared. I looked everywhere I could.
"You want to go out there?" Julia asked, mistaking my interest in the dancers as envy.
"To dance?"
"It's what people do here."
"Yes," I said, realizing that I might be able to see the young woman more easily from the dance floor.
We stepped away from the booth, me more slowly than her, and then she laughed, took my hand, and tugged me onto a clear spot on the dance floor. The music seemed to come up from the floor, through my legs and torso, driving me to move faster whether I wanted to or not. She was a good dancer. In moments, we seemed to be challenging each other with dramatic steps and moves. I was so into it that I forgot to look for the young woman, but soon I did.
