In the morning, Jody Watley dances in her apartment. She turns the corner on the sidewalk and runs, covering her head as some kids splash in the water from the fire hydrant. A man watches her in his rearview mirror as she walks past his car. She smiles at him.
Back at home, she looks out into the city while she stands by the window. She sits on the couch, hands in her lap.
Later that night, she walks into a bar and begins to dance close to the fan. The man in the car spots her and stares at her as the fan by him spins. As she lifts up her hair to dry it, she sees him. He walks towards her and they kiss. She stands by herself while he leaves.
On the way home, she pulls up at the gas station. In her mirror, she sees him park his motorcycle at the next to her. He flashes his lights and gets off the motorcycle. She moves her car a few feet away. She stands in the pouring rain for a moment and then walks towards him. She kisses him and then walks back to her car.
At home, she watches the rain outside her window. She tosses and turn in bed. A few hours later, she sits up in bed and stands by her window. She sees him drive up with his motorcycle and walk inside.
Jody Watley was okay with being single. She could take a walk whenever she wanted and not check in with anyone. One man’s attentive stare stirred the dormant passion inside her.
After eating dinner, she decided to go to the bar and dance off the nervous energy. In the corner of her eye, she saw him. Without saying a word, he approached her and they kissed. He left while she stood on the dance floor, catching her breath. She didn’t know if she would see him again.
An hour later, she left and got some gas. He pulled up beside her. She almost drove away, scared of what she felt. However, she stopped and kissed him. He waited for her to say something. But she couldn’t tell him out loud.
Once she was home, she relived their moments over and over in her head. She should’ve stayed. Hope is all she has. She decides to get up and look out her window. On the curb, he parks his motorcycle. She smiles. He may be a one-night stand. However, she knows who he is to her today. Fate will lead the way.
Director: N/A Year: 1987
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