Out of the corner of the room, next to the hors d’oeuvres, she walked up to me.
I had planned on walking up to her. She beat me to the punch. Actually, she was carrying two punches–red, liquor-ridden drinks–one for her, and one for me.
I accepted the punch and said “Cheers.”
We clinked plastic blue cups. The party was loud and yet we were able to get to know each other. The good parts. The parts you want to know and revel in about her and about yourself. It was a magical night.