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She knew!
#WritcoStoryPrompt24
A dance was an art form, whether in front of an audience full of gentlemen and ladies or in front of lascivious losers in a bar. She swirled around the pole as graceful and elegant as a respectable ballet dancer lost in the beauty of her own motions. Her eyes behind the mask that had been closed, opened as her set ended and locked directly with the steely, grey eyes of the man in the front row. Her heart skipped a beat. She didn't mesmerized or stood there like a statue, but she felt a
feeling of electricity passing through her veins, leaving his picture in her eyes. She knew him. Within seconds she left from that place only to hide the waves of tears. Because...
A dance was an art form, whether in front of an audience full of gentlemen and ladies or in front of lascivious losers in a bar. She swirled around the pole as graceful and elegant as a respectable ballet dancer lost in the beauty of her own motions. Her eyes behind the mask that had been closed, opened as her set ended and locked directly with the steely, grey eyes of the man in the front row. Her heart skipped a beat. She didn't mesmerized or stood there like a statue, but she felt a
feeling of electricity passing through her veins, leaving his picture in her eyes. She knew him. Within seconds she left from that place only to hide the waves of tears. Because...
