Uzume grinned. "Let's dance, babe." It was a matter of a few taps of her phone to hail a Lyft, and within minutes they were in the back of a car, cruising toward the Brooklyn Bridge.
"I never asked," she said as she city lights flashed past them. "Do you dance? Or are you more of an... enthusiastic spectator." Mischief touched her eyes again, glinting in the dim light of the car. "It's okay if you are. I can go gentle."