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As I looked down at the paper in my hand, my heart raced in anticipation; battling in my mind what the content of the note would be. I thought I knew this feeling; this careless restlessness. I wanted to open it but Shelia, my colleague who professionally runs her mouth with every chance she gets, shouted my name from across the room where this guy, the guy who sent the note, stood. I guzzled that bubbly liquid and allowed it to do a confidence magic in me as I slowly walked across the room to meet them with the piece of paper nicely folded in my hand. As my mind continued to ask questions around what the note would contain, I begun to wonder whether this was the guy that Shelia kept talking about him being a potential partner. I then asked myself why would he be sending me a note and yet we do not even know each other. “Is he interested in me?”, “Does he like me…Oh my GOD!!!” Finally, someone noticed me in a party graced by ‘the people.” I was barely two meters away from the pair when suddenly, my next step was met by the firmly crossed legs of this gentleman and as though the crimpled, yellow linen dress was not enough, I lost my footing and found myself on the floor staring at the ceiling of the Equatorial Ballroom. Shelia in a panic run towards me yelling for assistance together with this guy. His fragrance then met my nose as he checked whether I had any injuries not knowing that I was in a different place and different time with him. I could not help it…! He had this intense look that sent my eyes locking with his. My imagination was running wild and wild in space. My body felt present in the room and so close to him as he checked my hand for a pulse. Then that tingly sensation down my spine and everything sounded musical. “Elsie, are you okay?” he asked. With a cracking voice I said yes whilst shaking my head sideways. I eventually stood upright and managed to disperse the small crowd of senior executives when I said repeatedly I am fine whilst straightening the yellow number that I had on. “You scared me,” Shelia shrieked. “I’m fine,” I reassured her as I sat in the chair on my left. She then introduced him as her date Davies. I swallowed hard as I stretched my hand to shake his. My hand in his and I felt the hair on my neck stand. “That was quite a fall…I hope you did not injure yourself in the process?” I grabbed another flute and took a long sip off it and listened to how these two met at this monthly writers’ forum and have been exchanging ideas on what articles to write and such like writer conversations – the latest book on the shelf; the new poet; styles of writing…! After a while, chance presented itself. Shelia walked away to use the bathroom and Davies then leaned in and asked me whether I had read his note…Meanwhile, the note that was my hand had now disappeared in the odd one hundred feet that stood in the ballroom.