31. Meet Cute Part Two

11 years later...

Daniel

The nightclub? Not my scene.

But here I am, being dragged by my boyfriend Stephan because if he doesn't get to dance every Friday night, "he could just die." His words, not mine.

"Oh, come on, don't make that face. You like my friends!" Stephan chirped.

Debatable.

Stephan pushes me toward the bar, where his friends are waving at us.

Don't get me wrong, I do like his friends, but they are just a little too wild for my taste.

"It's not that I don't like them, it's just that...don't you think I'm a little too old for this kind of lifestyle?

I look around as if to confirm that I am the only thirty-year-old accountant in the club. And rest assured, everyone looks at least five or six years younger than me.

"Age is just a number, honey. Let's just enjoy ourselves," Stephan said.

I sit at the end of the bar quietly, listening to their mindless conversation. I try to think of a good excuse to slide out of here without hurting Stephan's feelings, but my mind draws a b