“I saw you sitting here all alone. You don’t seem to know how to enjoy yourself,”
Emily said.
“I am enjoying myself,” William lied.
She raised an eyebrow.
“You weren’t. But you are now.”
A new song came on, and Emily nodded to the beat.
“We’re going to have to do this,” she said.
“Do what?” William asked, hoping the answer involved more kissing.
“The Macarena, silly.” She stood, grabbed his hand, and pulled him toward the dance
floor.
“I don’t know how to do that,” William said. He tried to stop, but she was stronger
than he expected and dragged him forward.
“Just watch me and follow along.”
She stood in front of him, moving with the rest of the crowd. William spotted David
and Lisa dancing. He gazed around the hall, confused by why anyone found this fun.
Sensing his hesitation, Emily moved closer. She wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Don’t be shy. No one cares about us. We can look as silly as we want and they
won’t remember.”
William placed his hands on her hips and leaned in for a kiss. She pulled back,
slipped his arms off her, and led him back to the table.
Once seated, she said, “I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“Trying to get you to do the Macarena. You weren’t ready for that.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever be,” William replied.
“I get it. I saw you sitting here all alone, and that’s how I felt all year. I’ve