[ asking kol to the dance turned out to be one of her best decisions of the evening. he was giving her space while also not abandoning her, and she'd honestly never been to a dance with a guy who did that, much less one who didn't spend the majority of the night pining after some other girl. and he's holding her flip flops, presumably having plucked them off the ground from wherever she'd ditched them last.
quite the charmer indeed. how come men born into this century couldn't be this sort of chivalrous? so much that his pun is met with a brilliant grin instead of the usual eyeroll reserved for such tacky wordplay. (he makes it sound considerably less tacky.) ]
They'd better be. Successful party, amazing voice, here with the hottest guy in prison... Who wouldn't want to be me right now?