When he looked back to apologize, the couple was not there. “I’m sorry.” He screamed at the crowd that was getting bigger at the sound of a new more upbeat salsa song. Their dancing was becoming more intense.
Through a dark corridor, he could still hear the music ringing in his ears. Paola struggled with the door. When she managed to open it, Marco almost stepped back and flew the scene. He was feeling as though he was committing a crime.
“So this is where Paola brings her male guests?” He knew he should’ve bit his tongue and avoided her piercing eyes, but what was the fun in that?
“No one ever made it past the door before, but that doesn’t mean you can’t come in.” She pushed him to the wall. “What makes you think so low of me? I’m not the one your mammy warned you about, but I can be if you keep pushing me to the edge.”