The first time they danced to Dreams by Fleetwood Mac, it felt like the world had stopped. It was a party in a friend’s garage. The smell of cheap pizza mingled with the muffled sound of a radio barely picking up the notes of the song. Leon’s heart raced, torn between asking or not asking the girl standing there to dance. He was nervous, his hands sweating, and he felt that she was the woman of his dreams. After swallowing hard about ten times and whispering “I can do this” to himself just as many, he finally went for it.

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Leon, the blue-eyed boy with an easy smile, messy hair, and a shirt almost sticking to his body from the heat. He looked like a mess, but his eyes were focused on her. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen him, but it was the first time he looked at her this way.

The boy, somewhat influenced by courage, asked her to dance. And when she said she didn’t know how, the blonde boy immediately replied, “Neither do I!”

But then he extended his hand, shyly, as an invitation to dance right there where no one else was dancing. He seemed genuinely nervous, but determined to share a dance to that song.