brown-eyed girl by van morrison is blaring from the tinny jukebox in the diner. abby can't resist tugging you up from your barstool, away from the milkshake you were sharing, and pull your arms back and forth with hers.

"come on, pretty lady. dance for me." she smiles, twirling you under her arm. older couples in the diner are chuckling, soft, nostalgic looks in their eyes. abby's eyes don't leave you, her hands don't leave yours.