Dance
As we finished our meals, I could feel the giddy excitement bubbling up from somewhere deep inside me. A good dinner was always a precursor to something more something adventurous, something that brought laughter.
As Ciara and I shared the last few bites of decadent chocolate cake, I caught myself smiling at the sheer joy radiating from her.
In that moment, it felt as if all the worries of the world had dissipated into thin air; it was just us, the lingering sweetness of the dessert, and endless possibilities.
"Okay, Ciara," I said, leaning conspiratorially toward her. "What's next? We can't just end the night here, can we? We have to dance!"
"Dance?" she repeated, a smirk playing on her lips as if I had proposed skydiving. "Here? Now?"