It was sort of as if she'd zoned off. She could hear the music, but couldn't register what song it was or what it was saying. She knew she was dancing with Michael, but she wasn't moving out of her own choice. None of those things mattered right then.
She felt the phone vibrate again and she let go of Michael, his hands still moving about her waist and back as he moved. She pulled the phone out and read the text. Her lips parted and she mumbled. "What?" She flipped the phone open, glancing around the crowd first, then she looked down, texting him back. "Where are you?" She couldn't believe it. Was it really true, or was it a cruel joke?
She looked at Michael and slipped out of his grasp. "I'll be right back." She gave him a smile and slipped off through the crowd of intoxicated people, to the closest open space, not failing to look around for him as she moved.