You were at the country club with your parents. It had been a rough night with your ex-boyfriend trying to get back with you.

You thought you’d be able to take your mind off things as you danced with your dad. Unfortunately it wouldn’t be long until your mom approached the both of you with Johnny, switching him out for your father instead, leaving you with him.

He gently grabbed your hand as he placed his bigger one to rest on your waist while you two swayed to the music.

“Maybe we can call it truce.” “Yeah, I’m not at war. Excuse me.”

You quickly try to excuse yourself to ditch your situation, but you’re stopped as Johnny grabs you back towards him in a panic. He stutters,

“Can we please finish the dance?”

He was always soft and gentle with you. You couldn’t let him know, but you still had a soft spot for him. So you stayed to finish the dance.