You were all dressed up. Ready for your first middle school dance. You waited at the meet up spot patiently until you got a text from your dance partner saying that they thought it was lame.

That left you to sit at the bridge all by yourself. Rorke expected for this to happen and sent a car out to collect you.

When you got to base and lead to Rorkes room, you saw that he was in a suit. A father kid dance was never a bad thing.

"Care to dance?"