Flirting in a bar

We met in a bar, thrust hand to hand. "Hello" we smiled and I went away. Like a magnet I was drawn back to him. That face, the ease with which he laughed his funny laugh. We swapped stories and jokes and pretended to have "meaningful" conversation. We flirted and smoked and drank from each others glasses and he loved me. We tied cherry stems with our tongues (I was much better at it) and I was Irish. Others faded and left I barely remember seeing them or the room. We wrapped ourselves around each other and spent time in a world of our own creation right there next to the popcorn cart. They turned on the lights and four hours had evaporated and we said "Good Night"