*only catches about half of that, between their proximity and the quick movement and the sketchy lighting—but then, he doesn't really need words when your body molds to his and your pretty fingers alight on his shoulder*
*is sure you can feel or hear his heart racing, but his step is steady, a slow waltz-type thing* *smiles so brightly, so painfully happily, it must be obvious why he asked you out (this was no friend-ly reunion)*