“Well, much as I would like to see an actual beach, I’ll have to pass… can’t get away from work that long.” And Danny did want to see the ocean, the true ocean. He was a swimmer, for crying out loud. Water was like a part of his being. “But I hope you can go somewhere cool.” Unlike some people, Danny didn’t hate the little town he called home. It fit him like a glove and protected him from a lot.
The song ended, and in its place was something far slower, complete with piano. The raven haired male extended his hand to the girl who made it all happen. “I believe this dance is yours.”