She was beautiful. I leaned my back against the metal barrel and drained it with a sly smile on my mouth as I stared at her through the nightclub. She lifted her perfectly drawn eyebrow and lifted a glass of whiskey from her right hand. He offered me a minimalist smile and brought the glass flattened to his lips. He drank the brown liquid, but his black eyes as night continued to face me. I could lose myself in them. I licked my lips unconsciously and my whole body reacted to his gaze. I felt pathetic about it, getting lost by a woman I never changed a word to. The music was playing and I always danced for her. With each movement, with each roll, each time my hands touched my body. Everything was absolutely for her. So she did what she always did. He took one last sip of his whiskey, got up by hitting the sleeve of his black suit, reached for his wallet in his pants pocket, and threw a note to the bartender. She ran her hand through the ponytail of her hair and looked at me one last time, playing one last minimalist smile. He turned his heels and walked quietly out of the club with all its grandeur. She was a woman who had an arrogant and authoritative gait. No wonder she was about six feet tall. I had never seen a woman so tall, as she and I with my miserable 1,65 disappeared beside her. The music was not over and she was gone. Now, I did not care so much about getting engaged. My favorite look was gone, but when this woman was here, I imagined just me and her in the whole nightclub and all my attention was focused on her. It was as if I wanted her to feel pleasure just seeing me. God, I wanted to give pleasure to a woman I did not even know. It was to laugh so pathetically. The song is over. Applause. Shouts filled with pleasures. Cigarettes. Money. I crouched down, picking up the notes, smiling unpretentiously, and went out into the wings.