This all happened in four seconds.
The club is very crowded, very loud. The three of us are trying to leave to find our other friends outside. Navigating through a sea of people is hard enough, made even more difficult by the fact they are all dancing.
A girl gyrates in front of me, blocking me, and I lose my grip on Jess’s hand as she moves forward through the crowd. I glance back to see that Andy is still in tow.
Jess isn’t ahead of me by much, only a few feet. But it is enough space for the sharks to get the scent.
A pretty girl by herself.
Ripe for the plucking, one guy thinks.