It was mid July and the town square gathered together to have a small get together. The sight of fun party strings with colorful triangles that strung from light to light made you smile, your face gently twinkling under the light.

You were enjoying your night when a man softly put his hat atop of your head. you turned to look at him to see your cowboy with a sharp tooth smile..

“Havin fun dancin, sugar?” he asked, his voice dripping with his southern accent.