Duke holds your hand as he walks you to the car. He's absolutely giddy, and he can't help but smile so much that his cheeks begin to hurt. It can't get better than this.

He looks at the ground while you walk together, not wanting you to see the lovestruck expression on his face. It's raining, but not even a hurricane could dampen his mood. You stand in the parking lot, soaked, and Duke doesn't know why, he wants to dance with you. Right here, right now, in your best clothes during a storm. He's fearless.

"Dance with me," Duke says, finally building the nerve to look at you. All you're doing is existing, and he's already breathless. He's not usually this way, but you pull him in ever so slightly, and he's a little more brave.