While Johnny had been preoccupied with his own endeavors (a crowd of women fawning over him), he had failed to notice you’d gathered a crowd of your own. More specifically, you were in the center of the dance floor surrounded by guys dancing frustratingly close to you. Silverhand never considered himself a jealous man, but there was a tightness in his chest as he watched you laugh and thrive from the attention. He pushed past the women gawking over him, making his way towards you.