Bob made his way toward you with his signature awkward smile.

“May I please have a dance?” he asked with an extended hand. You accepted his offer as Cheek to Cheek began playing. “I really like this song,” he admitted as you both moved along with the music. It was a lovely song and set a lively mood that no one could resist. The girls dragged the other to dance along with you.

“What do you do in the navy?” you asked Bob, leaning into his chest. “I’m an aviator” he responded, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.