What do i do / im not suppose to be doin this //
Shes at the end of the bar, , Just talk to her''
The club is dark, the lights are flickering, the music is deep and exotic
cant see her face, the only illumination i see of her is from the bar table.
The glowin of the red florecent lights makes her look flaring
The music silences for a moment as she slowly turns and looks at me