I was getting bored of all the walking around and as a huge fan of alcohol, I decided to ask the tour guide if there was a spot to get a few drinks. “Yeah, there’s a club downtown, we could go there.” Finally, something fun to do. We went to the club and it was bursting with life. It seems this was where' the magic happens. Life looked and felt different here. You could drink and dance away all your sorrows into the night. We took a table for two and I order for some drinks for both of us. He kindly refused saying that he was just here working and I had to beg him with all the charm I had and with a puppy eyed face to take just a cup. After the first, he refused to take another but I didn’t bother him too much. We were sitting enjoying the view, people drunk and sober dancing under a dimly light space, wonderful for romantic connection. I was attracted to this tour guide of mine and wanted to see how good a dancer he was. I asked him, “Do you know how to dance” and he nodded with a smile. Wow, he had dimples. So, I stood up and took his hand and dragged him with me under that light. I didn’t want no for an answer. “What are you doing?” He said while I dragged him. “Let’s have some fun” I screamed so he could hear me from all the noise around us. I stood in front of him and whispered in his ear, “Show me how good you are” He looked at me for a minute and before I realized it, he grabbed my waist and pulled me close to himself and there we were dancing the night away.