Music from the gramophone echoed into the night when Dutch switched it on, offering a dance to dear ol’e Molly O’ Shea. Her red hair bounced and swayed as Dutch took the lead in their dance, his feet smoothly guiding her own.

It made you wish you had a partner to dance with, that wish being with Arthur. Oh, how you wished you could have him for you own.

That man like a buck turned into a person: mighty, humble, strong, quiet, and determined.

You were a shy thing too, rarely asking others to anything for you. It was just your nature to keep to yourself. Maybe that’s why Arthur would accept to dance with you.

“Dance?” He asked, chuckling out as he took a long drink form the bottle of beer he was cursing to finish it off, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he placed the bottle down on a crate.

“Sure, why not?” he said, motioning for you hand with his own. When you didn’t take it, he noticed your shocked expressions as if you didn’t expect for him to say yes or something.

Another laugh left him, shoulders shaking slightly as he shook his head while he took your hand into his own. Arthur pulled you over to where Dutch and Molly were dancing and pulled you near him, a palm on your waist and the other holding your own.

Raising your intertwined fingers, he motioned for you to twirl.

“What’s with the face?” He asked, a curious smile on his lips. The redness on your ears and cheeks told him all he needed to know, but he just wanted to hear you say it.