Don T Make Me Wait 1980s -

Elias had met Sarah three weeks ago at a record shop. They had both reached for the same imported 12-inch single. She had hair like a dark cloud and wore a lace glove on only one hand. She’d told him, “Meet me at the Zenith on the 24th. But don't make me wait. I hate waiting.” Now, he was the one waiting.

"She said she’d be here," Elias muttered. He adjusted the collar of his Members Only jacket. "She doesn't care about the Twins." Don T Make Me Wait 1980s

They didn't go back inside. They danced right there in the rain, under the flickering neon sign of the Zenith, while the 1980s roared on around them. Elias had met Sarah three weeks ago at a record shop

"She’s not coming, man," Miller said, leaning against a wood-paneled pillar. Miller was wearing a leather tie over a Hawaiian shirt—a crime against fashion even by current standards. "The Thompson twins are playing at the arena. Nobody’s coming to a basement synth-pop night when there’s a real concert across town." She’d told him, “Meet me at the Zenith on the 24th

"My car died three blocks away. I walked the rest of the way in this," she gestured to the downpour. "I figured if I was one minute late, you’d be gone. I was hovering by the door, trying to dry off so I didn't look like a swamp monster."