My feet move. I don't stop them. I couldn't. And I don't want to. I slip through the dancing people, laughing, joking, my eyes locked on the figure, leaning against a wall, eyes slipping through the people. I stop in front of him, my breath a bit heavier than usually, my heart pounding in my chest. I brush a curl out of my face, my mind racing. I take a sip of my wine, which I luckly didn't leave, before speaking. Hey.
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