When We Meet Again
"I didn't get your name."
"Joel," he says, with the smile still on.
"Millie. Nice to meet you, Joel. I'm not good at dancing, but we can do something on the dance floor," I tell him, and he nods. I look around to see if there's a waiter around to take my glass of champagne, but I can't see one nearby.
"Excuse me; I'll be with you on the dance floor in a moment," I tell him, and he nods as I walk away to find a place to put my glass.