Smallest Giant Ever

You Could Power a City With This

The party was in full swing. Dozens of people. Most he knew through his ex-girlfriend.

And he was talking to this girl. A girl he wasn't really that interested in. They'd been talking a while. Not about anything important. And he thought she was amusing, but maybe not all that bright.

He knew what would happen. The party would dwindle. He'd go home with the girl he was talking to.

And not with the girl across the room. The one who made his toes tingle.

Years later, they'd meet again. She wouldn't remember being at the party and he wouldn't tell her about the not-so-bright girl.

But his toes would still tingle.

And, at the end of the day, that would make all the difference. (Even if the price he had to pay involved decapitated mimes and intersteller lizards wearing headphones.)