Martha charges down the stairs into the reception area, grabs a bottle of beer, and makes her way into the centre of the schmoozing crowd. For all she cares, she could be alone. Her head tilts back and she glugs the beer as if she can't get enough, quickly enough, and she sways to the music, her eyes closed.
Clive says to Billy, "She's angry and she's dancing and she's so bad at both." He grins and pushes though the crowd. When he reaches her, with a strange little smile on his face, he leans towards her.
She smiles dreamily at him.
He whispers, "I love you."
My whole body sighs. To me that's another 'ahhhh' moment from my favourite TV show, BBC's Silk.
If only I could put more ahhhh moments into my stories.