There he was, sitting alone in the corner. His sweater was black and his shoulders were broad. As she watched him from across the room, she observed his handsome face. She sauntered across the dance floor in his direction. ‘Hi’, she said. Not very eloquent but it was effective. It got his attention. She sat next to him. ‘I’m Shereen, what’s your name?’ ‘Al B’ She paused. Did he just give me his street name?, she thought. ‘What did your mother name you?’ ‘Allen’ The rest is history. Stay tuned