He spins me around. I feel like I'm walking on a cloud. His scent was beautiful. His eyes were like pink stars. He swirls me. I feel like we're in a whirlpool. It feels good. I haven't felt like this in so long. 

"You're spry." He says.

"Not too bad yourself." I respond. 

He smiles at me. I feel like I'm surrounded in rose petals. He puts two hands on my cheeks. His touch feels like silk. 

"You seem brilliant." He says.

Out of his mouth comes smoke. Red florescent smoke. It moves around me.

"Heh, you would be the first to say I'm brilliant." I say.

"Really? Heh, would've thought you would get that compliment daily." He said.

Believe me. No one thinks I'm brilliant. Everyone thinks I'm a wacko. A crazy man. He pulls his face closer to mine. 

"Uh what are you doing?" I ask shaking nervously. 

"Shhhh." He says. 

He pushes his face into mine. My eyes close softly.