After Larry left, I headed toward the table, keeping my mouth busy so I wouldn't have to exchange meaningless pleasantries with the youths who had been whispering insults from afar. Yet the moment I approached, they smiled as if we were old friends reunited.
I glanced toward a group of men.
Richard wasn't there.
With a glass of orange juice in hand, I walked toward the side entrance.
Near the door, several girls were gathered around someone, though I couldn't see who it was. I kept walking, ignoring them.
Suddenly, everything in front of me slowed down.
Including a leg wrapped in a green dress that appeared right in front of my feet.
I tried to step back, but my body's reflexes failed to match what my eyes perceived.
I stumbled forward.
The orange juice slipped from my hand and splashed onto the floor. The glass shattered.
I fell directly onto the shards.
