The music is louder than it reasonably should be but with the buzz in his ears and the warmth in his chest, he doesn't mind. His hand is rested on the waist of a pretty girl and he's sad to say he hasn't spent any time with her tonight. She looks like a lost puppy.

It's cute.

He bends down so she can hear him without him having to shout, "Do you wanna go outside? You look a little lost, pretty girl."