Normal is an opinion

She saw him on the dance floor. Not sure when, but it had to be early on. There was no meeting of eyes. He had been around, she had been around, and at some point they were dancing together more often then not.

It was the most fun she’d had here in ages and they hadn’t exchanged a single word. When the police burst in and suddenly ushered him away, it left her feeling very confused.

“Typical,” her friend snorted. “You start to like a guy and the cops take him away.”

“I… don’t think that’s typical.”

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