She Wished
She was the first to see him. He slipped through the sliding glass door to the living room behind a couple girls that had been outside smoking. He wiped his hands down the front of his black hoodie and scanned the party. His hair was damp but still blonde. His skate shoes looked wet but he shuffled them gently on the carpet to dry the soles. When he looked up and across the room, his ice blue eyes locked her in place. She didn’t notice the search light slowly panning across the glass door that was opaque with condensation but it backlit him, for just a moment, like a shadow dancer.
