Perfect

He holds out his other palm. I glance around. Everyone is paired up. It’s not that big of a deal to have one dance, right? Wrong, my brain says. I shake my head and pull my hand from his. Ducking through the crowd, I find my drink and shoot for the edge of the crowd. Reaching the bar, I realize Isaac is behind me.

He bends down so we are eye level. “Sorry, didn’t mean to be pushy.”

“No, no worries. I have a boyfriend, so…” I take a long sip of my drink.

“Want to play pool?” Isaac motions to an empty table.

“Sure.” I down the last of my drink.