Office by Alex Penny
A city girl with a country heart. I write about line dancing, pancakes, and the occasional soldier. But only if he can two-step.
so I haven’t two-stepped all night, at first I’m like
and I overhear them referring to me as “you know, the tall one who knows all the dances”, I’m just like
they’re all like
and I’m just like
I like to make it worse by proving that his heels are actually higher than mine
and then some little 5’2” thing walks by and he’s all over it, I’m just like
I just walk on by like
who’s a total sweetheart, tall, modest, is astoundingly fun to dance with, and you’re like
until you realize that he’s engaged, at which point you’re just like
then finally gets around to asking me about my shorter, prettier friend
