Her head was tilted back, her bright mouth near the blue smoothness of his jaw.
She whispered: “Gee — I didn’t think you was coming.”
He twisted his head down a little, smiled at her.
She spoke again without looking at him: “I waited till one o’clock for you last night” She hesitated a moment then went on rapidly: “Gee — I act like I’d known you for years, an’ it’s only two days. What a sap I turned out to be!” She giggled mirthlessly.
He didn’t answer.
The music swelled to brassy crescendo, stopped. They stood with a hundred other couples and applauded mechanically.
She said: “Gee — I love a waltz! Don’t you?”
He nodded briefly and as the orchestra bellowed to a moaning foxtrot he took her again in his arms and they circled towards the far end of the floor.
“Let’s get out of here, kid.” He smiled to a thin line against the whiteness of his skin, his large eyes half closed.
She said: “All right — only let’s try to get out without the manager seeing me. I’m supposed to work till eleven.”