We reach The Hall . My leg is warm where your hand rested . Through all the while . You get out of the car first ( as always ) and open the door . Then , take my hand and help me out . I step out , minding the skirts . They can be irritating .
You close the door and catching my hand , start walking . While proceeding , I slide my hand upwards to your bicep , I like the feel of it , something solid beneath the soft material of the coat .
We climb the short stairway . You give the pass to the woman standing at the entrance . She smiles and lets us in . The Hall is mesmerizing . People have already taken seats in the various alcoves . Women in different shades , shapes and forms of beauty . Men escorting their dates , looking as genteel as ever . We just walk in circles , occasionally greeting acquaintances . Making up tales about strangers . Guffawing all the while . The usual act .
The band starts playing...