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.”

“Hi.”

“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.”

 

drabble is a short work of fiction of one hundred words in length¹.