She was at the club, letting her hair down and breaking in a new pair of heels. She’d played pool, chatted with the bartender; had spent a lot of time on the dance floor. She could feel him watching her. He eventually caught up to her, grabbed her by the wrist, “Hey.”
“You didn’t see me?”
“No, I saw you.”
“And didn’t say hi?”
“You have company tonight.”
“She’s not my girlfriend.”
They stood there a minute, she looked down at his hand on her wrist.
“Let me buy you a drink,” he said.
She freed herself, “Not tonight.”
A drabble is a short work of fiction of one hundred words in length¹.