Delightful Inconsistent

Once, right after we first met, you and I were hanging out prior to me going to work that evening. This was when I still worked the night shift at Texaco. We'd gone to Sonic to get some food. I was sitting indian-style on one of the tables, and you were nearby dancing absentmindedly to the music that was being piped in. Just a dumb little dance for the sake of not being still, but I remember smiling at you bemusedly. I remember your own smile as you became a little self concious and asked me why I was chuckling. And y'know, I still remember that night sometimes and laugh to myself.