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[PUBLIC] The Loss of a Button - The Cover Story
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Fri, Dec. 5th, 2008 11:12 pm
[PUBLIC] The Loss of a Button

Once, while I was on assignment in Europe, I was requested (and required) to attend a very formal dinner party. There were dozens of Europe's major firms represented, from agricultural companies to central banks. I was seated next to a young woman from a Russian oil firm, the daughter of the CEO. She was perhaps three years younger than I was, very pretty, but clearly uninterested in business being conducted. After the dinner itself, a small band, hired explicitly for the event, played classical pieces from each of the represented countries' great composers. As the music played and the couples began to dance, my neighbor watched intently, with excited but longing eyes at the elegant displays of dexterity and grace on the dance floor. After nearly an hour, she stood up, and took a chair near the dance floor and watched up close, but as she only spoke Russian, she seemed reluctant to ask anybody to dance with her. I went to her and offered my hand, and for the next three hours we danced in circles around the floor as the band played on. When they stopped, my exhausted partner rested her head on my chest for a few moments, then looked up at me with sad eyes, knowing that after tonight we would never meet again. I met her gaze, and smiled. I snapped the top button of my vest off, and placed it in her hand, then closed her fingers around it, a token to remember me by. She stared at her closed fist for a moment, then grabbed my head behind my ears and kissed me. After that, she reluctantly went back to her father and I returned to my hotel, counting the night among the most memorable in my life.

At least, that's what I told my coworkers when they asked about the missing button on my vest at the office party tonight. It sounded much better than "It popped off as I was closing the door to the cabin on my way out to come here."

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lightgamer
lightgamer
lightgamer
Sat, Dec. 6th, 2008 05:22 am (UTC)

You, sir, are an artist.


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purly
purly
...
Sat, Dec. 6th, 2008 05:28 am (UTC)

aw


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rigel
rigel
Spirit Chrysalis
Sat, Dec. 6th, 2008 06:14 am (UTC)

That was delightful.


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mariaklob
That gorgeous vixen
Sat, Dec. 6th, 2008 01:38 pm (UTC)

Seconded.


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nerdx111
nerdx111
nerdx111
Sat, Dec. 6th, 2008 07:25 am (UTC)

Balls. Of. Steel.

+1


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breakinglight11
breakinglight11
Phoebe
Sat, Dec. 6th, 2008 04:07 pm (UTC)

Fantastic.


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ultimatepsi
ultimatepsi
Kate Nineteen
Sat, Dec. 6th, 2008 04:46 pm (UTC)

That is quite a story. (-:


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verrucaria
verrucaria
E. Z.
Sat, Dec. 6th, 2008 05:02 pm (UTC)

Now you have your own Casablanca story. *grins*


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rgfgompei
rgfgompei
Rachael
Sat, Dec. 6th, 2008 05:59 pm (UTC)

You should ask me to dance.


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