*lets you turn her, around and around until she's dizzy, dimly aware that her building is very near, distantly recalling that she chose the restaurant because it was so near, because she thought she'd be dizzy with drink (I'm so dizzy)*
*may even step her toes on your toes once or twice, but she doesn't notice, not when your arms are strong and sure and you're still smiling (and your heart is beating so fast)*
*stops moving abruptly when she hears firecrackers popping, loud, raucous cheers, noisemakers blaring* *lifts her hand to your cheek and smiles at you, aching to know whether you can feel some small part of the city coming to life in the dark around them* It's midnight.