Leaving no time for a response, Jiggle darted towards the revolving door at the front of the club. With the grumble gone from his gait and a newly discovered spring in his step, Jiggle was a sight to behold. His magnetism was so strong that it pulled all the eyes in the room towards him. With nothing but his fast moving body to lock onto, they all flowed instantly back to their previous position.
“Wait for me!” Lesley called from behind, struggling to keep up with him.
Now on the sidewalk, Jiggle stopped to breathe in the night air. It wasn’t quite as relieving as he had hoped it would be, a layer of mist acting as a blanket over the normally polluted night air. After letting out a long cough from the water entering his lungs, Jiggle quickly caught his breath and started looking around for Lesley.
Just now making her way through the revolving door, panting like a dog, their glances became attached. Within a few short moments, they were strolling, hand in hand, down the street. It was one of those moments where time seemed at a standstill. Although the streets were pretty empty at the late hour, they went some 12 blocks before having to wait for the signal to WALK.
To be continued…