Chester winced at the name of the show, and smirked when she gave him a rundown of the storyline. He meant to say ‘Er, no thanks,’ when she offered him a ticket, but her eyes were so bright, her dancer’s legs so long.
He sat near an exit – planning to slip out to the bar once he’d seen enough to pad out conversation.
He wasn’t at all ready for the ocean of sound and movement that pinned him to his seat.
‘You ok?’ she asked when she joined him afterwards. ‘You look pale.’
‘Sure,’ grunted Chester. ‘Just need a moment.’