Ericka looked up and smiled at the man standing next to her. Even in her heels he was almost at eye level with her, so she correctly guessed he was about 6 for 2 or 3. The pink White Zinfandel looked pale against his ebony hand, the glass itself dwarfed within it. She game him a smile, which he returned, and asked, "Shall we find some place to drink these?"
"Yes, let's." He replied and took her by the elbow and directed her towards his table. They sat and chat. He told her that he was 22, his name was Duane, that he was currently in law school, but when he was in undergrad he played some cornerback, some safety for the football team. When he passes the bar he is planning to work in his father's firm specializing in either divorce or corporate labor law.
She liked the way he smiled and told him her name, that she was also 22, though only a sophomore and studying criminal justice so she can follow in her father's trade, the Boston PD.
The music changed and an older couple came back to the table. Duane stood up and on of them took his seat and the other sat down in the next seat. Duane introduced Erica and his parents and asked her to dance. Erica couldn't move well in her jacket, so she left it and her empty wine glass at the table and joined him.
They danced a few songs before deciding to get another drink.
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