my name is miyoung.

(eternal beauty)

you smile when you hear this.

(i love your smile)

"miyoung," you repeat, as if to taste the seven letters on your palate. 

my name sounds like a piano concerto as it falls from your lips. even with the music pulsing behind us, i hear you clearly, as if everyone has dispersed but us.

(you make the impossible possible) 

"what do you think?"

(do you like it?) 

you lean back, taking a sip of the vodka i replaced. 

you don't appear as drunk as you should be; your eyes aren't glazed, the obvious sign of intoxication.

but then again,

i cant see your eyes.

(the sunglasses)

"i'm just wondering if its accurate"

(are you flirting?)

my name? not accurate enough. "i would think so."

(why is lying is so easy when you're talking to a stranger) 

"but why don't you tell me yourself?"

you laugh.

i laugh.

(no seriously) 

"it's too dark to tell." you smile. "lets meet up somewhere tomorrow."

my eyebrows raise.

(why not tonight?) 

"okay. tomorrow."

you give me your number, insisting you'll know who it is when i call.

(my voice is memorable) 

i watch as you get up slowly, turning your back and waving behind you. 

but it isn't until i see the flash of the red-tipped cane tapping rhythmically on the club floor that i realize what i hadn't noticed before.

(love is blind)