"Boy, don‘t cry. It‘s such beautiful night.."

Your soothing voice echoed in his head, not letting him peace to sleep. Your beatiful face was engraved in his brain. Everytime someone asked he‘d say you‘re made out of lights. As his light in the dark. — He sat not far away from you in art class. Focused as ever you didn‘t even notice him at first. Not saying he didn‘t seem like a nice guy. Sarcastic but overall quite correct. As the school year passed by the two of you slowly became closer through occasional conversations, so close you were almost considered best friends. Every tuesday you used to walk home with him, talking and laughing together. Tom really was a sweet boy, picking you small flowers from the sidewalk when he had the chance. It were the small gestures that mattered. But let‘s not overthink it, right? How could a popular boy like him ever think of you more than a friend? Apparently he wasn’t that popular at all though. He often would feel lonely which you comforted him about. You both started to hang out more and more, keeping it casual and eventually invented the tradition of going to the club dancing together. Or how he would always say: "tanzen". All you two wanted to do was tanzen. — Currently, it‘s the middle of october, making the usual tuesday‘s walk home a little colder. The sun was already setting and the lights began to illuminate the streets, making everything look even prettier. Tom looked over at you, seeing you being so fascinated. It made an idea come to his head and he grinned, choosing a song of his playlist to play out loud— I wanna be yours by Arctic Monkeys. He came to stand in front of you, making you stop and focus your attention on him. He smiled proudly and bowed, holding a hand out to you like a gentleman.

"Can I ask for this dance, my lady?"