The thought came from nowhere, shimmering in the back of Jazz's mind as she tuned out the hooting and hollering, going through the same motions she'd been repeating for years.
Somewhere, somehow, she could see herself dancing for him alone and enjoy it, enjoying him. A fantasy maybe, a desperate dream to get through these few few painful minutes, but it felt so right.
She inclined her head, just slightly, sharing his look.