I carefully apply my mascara, hoping make up turns me into a "love goddess" and he finally notices me. Make up always makes me feel confident, and confidence is precisely what I need today.

We've been dancing around for about fifteen years and I can't stand it anymore. I'll give him one chance. Just one opportunity to stop playing and act. If he wants me, it's gotta be now. I can't wait anymore.

"The night is descending, wearing a black veil.
And the city is longing for bright lights and hit songs.
Put on your red dress. The one that makes you look like fire.
Come, stop counting the hours.
Youth is a gift that burns like fire."

I want to become fire, cause fire is what he makes me feel. Somehow, somewhere in the past fifteen years what once was respect and admiration turned friendship, then love... now passion.

I can hardly believe I'm really feeling this way. It's fire when he touches me, fire when he looks. I know I'm not made of stone or ice as Ed once said because I'd have melted by now. It's not too late... Oh, please God, let it not be too late...

It's almost eight when I knock at his door. My heart beats faster than it's ever done, and my hands shake. I'm scared to death at what may happen, and I replay the imaginary conversation we'll have in my head once more, but as I do so, a million new different ways of him saying "no" come to my mind. I wish I hadn't knocked. I'm even sorry for choosing my red dress. When men looked at me on my way here I thought it was a good sign, but I have doubts now. After all, we all know what a red dress means.

I can't do this. What a terrible mistake.

As I turn to leave his door opens.

He stares at me in what I can only describe as amazement. I know how I look like, but his eyes explain it better. His eyes... his eyes are fixed on me and I forget what I wanted to say. All my plans are gone.

He won't move. He won't speak. He just stares.

For a whole minute, the world ceases to exist. For a long whole minute, it's just the two of us.

A distant car crush wakes us up from our thoughts. And reality finally hits us.

I know what will happen as I walk by him at the door into his house and he places his hand on my back guiding me in.

"What may await us in the morning...
What may await us in the morning...
which love dies away
and which one is being born?"