3)The night of the meeting I was still a bit nervous. After all, within a short period of time, I already knew that I liked her, and did not want to d...ing anything to mess this up. I made sure that my clothes were ironed, got a haircut, shaved, and bought some flowers.When I got to the restaurant, she was already there and seated. As I walked closer to the table and our eyes met for the first time, it was as if all time stopped around us, and we were the only people in the world.We hit it off. J. was more than willing to join them, but Sally was hesitant. After some cajoling she finally agreed to seek permission from her parents, who consented as long as she promised to leave the party if she saw anyone drinking or doing d**gs.The four girls walked together to the party, and out of sight of her parents Sally Ann appeared to relax a little, laughing loudly at a slightly off-color joke that J.J. made. When they arrived the party was in full swing, with loud hip-hop blasting, people. I saw her jump slightly but she didn’t pull it away.They talked heads together for a little while longer and then the DJ put some number on that everyone had been dancing to since we’d been here. The ‘thug’ got up and taking her hand led her to the dance floor. They quickly got into the rhythm and they danced both of them laughing as he held her close looking down at her. He was a good 6 foot 6 inches tall and had legs and arms like tree trucks. I took a mouthful of drink watching them, knowing. I am not sure why, but I felt comfortable talking to her.I continued through the sobs, “The p.plane t.tickets were n.not refundable. So I de.decided to use m.my ti.ticket to g.get away from things.”“I’m so sorry!” Cinnamon apologized.It was comforting and relaxing to be sitting there next to her. I didn’t move for several minutes. Her free hand stroked my hair. My head slid lower and I could hear her heart beating. I eventually stopped crying.“Do you have any plans for dinner?” she asked. “No,”.