"They are, and it does," he said smoothly, falling into a pleasant calm after her light kiss. Her touch was electric. He gently traced a finger along the side of her face, tilting his head with a light in his eyes only this beautiful Hippie could give.
He moved back to the driver's seat, sliding the key from the ignition and opening the door, stepping out of the car. He stretched his arms over his head for a moment, hands finding a clasp at the base of his neck. A moment later he was around the car, arm draped lazily across his old, beautiful friend's shoulder, and moving with the throng into the show.
The music slowly embraced them, moved through them, and their presence was enough to make the people believe that, for a breath, it was like how it once was.