You were trying your best to finish cleaning the hall, but damn, this time Clyde was ambitious to let Duck Tape's schedule be understood until eleven at night, it was New Year's Eve, you were nervous about spending the night. Turning around cleaning the table of an old customer who didn't know when to stop at the gin, you turn to Clyde, he looked like he always did, stoic, which made you more anxious because you didn't know if it was a sign he was already irritated with his delay, before even asking, he he speaks Ten to midnight, love. A chill ran down his spine, but a smile formed on his lips, he went to the jukebox and played one of Bob Seger's songs

I'm sorry, but it was the only way to spend the New Year with you in peace without the entire Logan family interrupting us, will you allow me this dance?

He offers you his metallic hand, since you are one of the few people who gives him confidence about this situation