Late one Friday night I decided to jump on my electric bike. I went to club New York to practised my salsa and flirt a little bit. I asked the prettiest Latin girl there to dance with me. She agreed but then told me she doesn't like salsa. She preferred eighties pop. Bella is from Venezuela and has been living and working in Brighton for the last year. I told her I love eighties pop too and suggested we go downstairs to the room that plays cheesy pop songs all night. She loved it. I loved it. We danced and danced. We perspired a lot but, did not notice. We laughed and giggled and smiled at each other trying to dance like they use to dance in the eighties and seventies music videos. I then asked her if I could walk her home. I think she is ...........the one