The party was filled with laughter and chatter as friends celebrated your birthday. You watched from the sidelines, enjoying the sight of your friends having fun. Suddenly, you felt a familiar presence beside you. “Hey, what’re you doing over here?” “Just taking it all in” He looked around for a moment before turning back to you. “C’mon, let’s dance” He extended his hand with a confident grin. You hesitated for just a second before placing your hand in his. He led you to the center of the room as the opening notes of Gracie Abrams’ “I Love You, I’m Sorry”. You felt a rush of vulnerability. Dean stepped closer, his gaze never leaving yours.