Romanticizing a Memory

A year ago, it feels like forever ago, she stood in a dimly lit room brimming with admirably dressed peers. A cold plastic cup was clasped in her thin hand, a hat shadowed her intimate smile, and a couple band-aids on her shin covered the nicks from her razor. A smattering of friends haphazardly encircled. Casual discussion silted from their fresh mouths. Everyone was beautiful. The room was warm from the many breathing, young-faced bodies. Someone passed by, beautiful and fresh like the rest. 'You owe me a dance'. His brazen voice stood out amongst the rest, despite its low-key tone. He had come with someone. But the girl he addressed was alone and dwelled in the subtle glow of her companions. Her face became warm like the room as he passed by and her intimate smile remained... but the hat concealed it all.