I arrived at the ball with a group of friends.Â He was standing in the foyer with some people I vaguely knew, awaiting the rest of his party.Â He smiled at me.
âHello!âÂ And kissed me on both cheeks.Â âHow are you?â
âHi!Â Iâm well thanks,’ I said.Â ‘You?âÂ
Also well.Â We could both have been dying and weâd still have been well.Â We went our separate ways.
The penultimate dance.Â I was without a partner; people were lining up.Â I saw X standing on the sidelines (not dead yet) and went over to him.
âErm do you have a partner for this one?â
Heâd said hello; I figured I was allowed to claim some degree of acquaintance.
âNo I donât,’ he said.Â ‘Letâs dance it.â
He led me onto the floor.
We danced.Â We chatted.Â He asked what my surname was, I told him what his was, we confessed to our respective jobs, I thanked him for the dance.Â And we went our separate ways.
Or did we?