One Hundred Words

From across the ballroom, he watched the brunette mingle with the other guests. He noted each small movement her delicate figure made, how she would throw her head back slightly in laughter, or how the entire room seemed to brighten with her smile. After a few more minutes, he was decided. Grabbing an extra glass of champagne from the table, he crossed the room in a few strides just as she was moving on to the next group of people.

He intercepted her motions and held out a glass of champagne. "Hi. I'm Braeden."