Volume 1, No. 1

Banquet / Tyrras ... 21 

"Call me Bob," he replied. There was a pause; he hadn't expected so direct and so sudden an invitation to dance from a woman to whom he had just been introduced. But why not.
"Yes, let's dance," he said. They both got up. He took her hand and led the way to the floor, squeezing past the chairs and tables.
She was wearing a scent of lilacs. As they started to waltz, he became aware of her firm built.
"You waltz very well," she said.
"Thanks. You speak English remarkably well. Where did you learn it?"
"I studied at a special school. Actually, until 1991 I was a KGB officer. Did you know that?"
"No, actually I didn't know that. In fact, I've never danced with any state security officer in my life."
"So then I am the first."