He's sitting at the table, watching you dance with the others. You spin on your tiny feet, and your hair and long skirt swirl as you stir up the dance floor. He spots all the longing glimpses directed towards you. He wishes he was there too, showing everyone that you are his little troublemaker. But he's not good at dancing anyway. Sometimes he wonders if you are too much for him. Or maybe he's not enough for you. He smiles when you blow a kiss to him.