*Michael*

We ended up going to a local place with a diverse, fusion-type menu that was also a bar with live music and a sizable dance floor. The atmosphere was casual and relaxed.

“We should dance,” Sissy said to Shelby, placing a hand on her arm the second she had finished eating.

The music was a rhythmic, salsa kind of tune, and the singers were giving it their all. I was really enjoying the place, as well as the company.

Shelby glanced in my direction as if ...