We danced at The Market until 3am, when I didn't want to dance any more. Kane didn't want to leave, some of his friends were there dancing with us, so I left on my own.
Yeah, great, I thought, as I stood in Commercial Road in a wet t-shirt with my hand in the air on my own. That's, actually, not my idea of a night out with a guy I like. Maybe, I'll go see the movie, He's just not that into you, today, 'cause that's how it made me feel. Childish, I guess, but that's how I felt in the back of the taxi as it raced up Hoddle Street in the cool night air.
I was thankful I had one of those maniac taxi drivers who dodged and weaved through the traffic and got me home in record time.
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