accidentally spits on his face a little

"hey i like your glasses," she says.

"thanks," he smiles stupidly. loud music from the 90s is playing.

"where did you get them?"

"thrift store."

"can you take me there?"

"i don't think so," he yells into her ear, uncertainly.

"i'll give you a discount at my store."

"where do you work?"

"american apparel."

"oh, me too, i guess."

"wait, really? that's so funny. i guess i can't give you a discount."

"not really. what could you give me instead?" he asks, realizing how sexual it sounds.

she looks at him stupidly. she is short with brown skin and large eyes. he think about kissing her.

"have you ever stolen from the company?" she asks. "it's really easy and all the clothes are worth like 99 cents." and she accidentally spits on his face a little.

"not yet. i guess i might someday, maybe. have you?"

"no." she pauses uncertainly. "did you know you can get anything you want for free if you send nude pictures of yourself to dove?"

"jesus. seems cool. i think he likes girls better than boys."

she looks at him with more certainty. they kiss.

"where do you live?" she asks.

"berkeley."

"how are you getting home?"

"not sure."

"you should just pick up some girl in the city and take bart back at 4. it's easy."

"you mean to save 60 cents?" he seems confused.

he kisses her.

he asks her to dance and they try to go to the center of a crowd of people dancing.

at one point she says, "company meeting" in his ear.

as they dance, they make out. at some point, she wraps one leg around him and he picks her up completely. he remembers that she is wearing a certain style of pants. he tries to remember the style number.

they go away from the center of dancing because people are getting too rowdy during a weezer song.

"wait, so where do you live?" he asks.

"a few blocks from here."

"wanna go?"

"i have a boyfriend."

"cool."

"but it's an open relationship, so maybe? he's right over there."

"cool."

he looks at her again. they are close together. he kisses her. then he backs away from her. he looks into her eyes and waves, before immersing himself in a sea of dancing people born in the 80s.