Still my date dream.. for sure a dream..

After the party is over and everybody is gone.. the tuxedo rests on a empty chair.. the high heels stands under the chair and the feet try to rest.. theyre both sitting thinking about how the night went, on the broken glasses and the last friend to leave.. he's sitting 2 chairs away... he turns slowly in circles the whiskey on the rocks.. and glances at her.. her head turned to the side.. make up trying to resist and the eyes fixed at the red rose on the table almost noticing its the same color of her dress.. She looks at him and smiles.. Frank Sinatra starts playing on the background.. she ends the silence and say - It was a good night.. He sips one last drink of whiskey as he's getting out of the chair.. goes up to her looking deep in her eyes.. - It's not over yet And grab her by the hand.. They dance slowly to Sinatra playing in the background.. the lights are perfect but she can barely notice looking into his eyes.. and she rest hear head on his chest briefily while dancing.. its the best place to be.. the place she always wanted to be.. then she looks at him and its the man she wanted him to be.. and he kisses her with all his passion..