Written by Jacob Ibrag
‘Care to share a dance?’ He asks.
She lifts her left hand up and sticks out
her ring finger, ‘I’m spoken for.’ Reciprocating
her action, he smiles. ‘As am I. Can’t a dance just be
that?’ Finishing off her cocktail, she answers,
‘it all really depends. Are you a man of
God, or a soldier of science?’