I stopped, about to turn around, but you held me right there, wrapped my hair around your left arm, and I tried to turn my head but my hair was not long enough so there I stood, frozen on the spot and there were bodies bumping against me, dancing against the beat. I could feel your breathe against my nape. You loosened your hold and I turned towards you. My eyes tried to adjust from the flashing lights. I don’t know you. And I liked it.