I was still recovering from the rather unfamiliar feeling of being high because I was able to dance AND to dance in front of people.
I was seated on the floor with my back resting on the wall. I was my usual self again— absorbing the noise, observing the people around me, and not saying a single word.
As I was still in reverie, I mindlessly looked to my right and there you were, looking at me (I guess?) and half- smiling. Our eyes met for a second. It was probably half a second because my reflex got the better of me and I looked away— pretending I didn’t notice you.
I’m often mistaken as a snob. Please understand, though, I am just not comfortable with unwarranted attention. It’s just the way I really am— socially awkward. This is the second time I did it, don’t take it too personally.