The ball was in full swing; you watched in envy as blushing girls got asked to dance by their prospective partners. You jump as two hands suddenly grab at your waist.

“Meet me in the garden,” Marie whispered in your ear before her hands and her presence left you.

When the dancing had picked up to a more excitable tune and people were occupied, you snuck out to the garden. Marie rushed into your arms

“I’ve waited all evening for this,” she replied breathlessly.