a fragment

Not from the beginning. Just a fragment. Two persons. I think, friends. And one else. Ok,it`s enough about them for this story.
She was watching them dancing. Such a good passionable performanse, but not for her. Couse it was really painful. There was a guy near her, he tried to do everything to talk to her, again and again. He interested her life, she lied. Next moment she appeared herself crying in a toilet room. Huge stupid tears destroied her make up. “Fuck it! It` s impossible. I shouldn`t have such feelings.” Yeah, she shouldn`t have had. After some minutes she opened the door and came to the mirror. To make her face look happy, she tried to smile. “ everything will be ok. Later.But not now...” She left the toilet, but they were still dancing. So she turned back.
And such an irony: that guy, who sat near her and now was there. She lied him about her life, and finally he said:” I know what you feel. Is it your friend? I saw your eyes, when u looked at them". (“oh, u did!...it was difficult to eliminate it!” she was close to hit him) But it wasn`t his fault, he became just a little victim of this situation. Just after her.
He also told, that everything will be ok, that she is so young and has a REST of her life. It didn`help at the very that moment, but he understood...The only person,who knew her secret. Without any words. She said him “thank u” and left.