San and you were going to a homecoming dance at your school. You two have been dating for a long time, since middle school, to your senior year.

San held your hand as he walked into the large gym that people were dancing. He smiled at you, as he wore his fancy suit.

“May I say, you look absolutely stunning. I’m lucky that I get to dance with you.”

He pulled you closer, with his hand on your hip. He moved his other hand to your chin, holding it gently.