He saw her behind his eyelids, moving completely out of sync with the music but with no apparent direction or motive. A moment later Jacek opened his eyes but did not lift them from his mixing gear, instead zoning out while the cognitive shape of her imprinted itself on his mind, his shoulders steady rolling with the music.

Huh. Maybe he'd keep an eye on her through the next set. See what happened. Could be the one... for tonight, anyway.

He scratched, faded, and transitioned into his next edit.