Trendy and elegant, Otto knows how to wear a suit even if his face is easily forgotten. The woman with him is reasonably hot, but her most notable feature is the look in her eyes. A look of a woman paying backward for the drink she was bought a few minutes earlier.
For those practiced in reading woman, she has about 5 minutes left on her clock before the obligatory ladies room visit that will split the pair for the rest of the evening. If Otto notices any of this, he doesn’t seem to care. At the worse, if his suit is any judge, he can rent several more dance partners before the night is over.
For his part, Otto is also distracted, his displacement behavior not quite fully formed as his eyes fall on the shadowy recesses that can exist only under the brightest of lights.
Four minutes, twenty two seconds later, though no one is really counting.
One of the woman’s friends calls her cell, the vibration can barely be felt over the music but her hands grab for the phone as to a lifeline. The guy she is dancing with seems nice enough, but she wastes no time, a whirlwind apology, a quick turn and a few steps later she is lost to the crowd.
A brief moment of sour grapes and Otto works his way towards a table that only recently has opened up. He takes a seat and enjoys the moment, as he is not here to feed he sees no reason to rush. Things may be happening outside, but with the music, the lights and the dance a few minutes reprieve is welcome from a harsh world.
His attention is split between the door and the dance floor. He knows he needs to speak to someone soon about…his dream, but who, his brothers are still in hiding and he is in short supply of friends.
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