THE REAL DEFINITION OF AWKWARDNESS

“What the - “ Simon paused immediately he saw that it was Diana, the different colored disco light hovering over her face. She was surprised but the soberness didn’t leave her face. Why was he here? Why was he in the dance floor? Simon had never came to the dance floor ever since he started visiting the nightclub.

“Diana, I....are you okay?” Simon stuttered, glancing from her eyes, down to her body. A concerned look on his face; he wasn’t sure how he was going to tell her what he actually wanted to do.

Sitting there on the stool and reminiscing on what Julia had told him, he had lost his patience and wanted fo run all the way to Mr. Fisher’s office without a second thought, it was a good thing they bumped into each other. Who knows what would have happened, if he had burst down Fisher’s door.

“Yes, I am. Are you dancing?” Diana made the question seem like a joke. She wanted to clear the thoughts in her head and the soberness on her face. Even though she suspected something she didn