As you pull up your vehicle to the Little Daisy cafe, you see Ivy opening the door as it jingled, she flashed you a smile and waved.

“Hi!”

Ivy says, her attire seems fancy if she was going to a party, a yellow flapper dress since she loves yellow like the bees knees. Get it? Bees knee— okay.

“So, are you previously engaged sitting in that old flivver and looking contemplative this evening?”

Ivy smiles as he held the door open.

“Or were you maybe planning on coming in?”

She said with mischievous glint in her eyes.

You couldn’t say no.

Ivy brings you in the store and opens the basement door in the middle of the ground, walking down the stairs as she held your hand, she showed the pin on your dress to the busboy, Horatio.

As both of you walk in, the place seemed like a speakeasy for illegal alcoholic beverages, you look around, you wanted to ask many questions, but she hurried you on the dance floor, it was slightly empty.

“You know the breakaway, right? And the Charleston? Right step, left toe, left step back, right toe, and— repeat!”

She grins, oh no. Dancing.

“How about the Lindy Hop? That’s the new one they’re doing in New York. Cmon, the dance floor is this way!”

Ivy smiles, trying to drag you.