"Oh wow, so it's close...." she muttered just as the doors opened to laughter and music and dancing couples.
"Obsessed, huh? Good thing I got the level headed person," she really did glitter in the light of the cafe and could already feel her body moving to the music. "Drink first?" she asked, wondering if he needed dutch courage to see him through the night.
It really was the coolest though. The giant dancefloor was heaving with people, the music was perfect as a seductive beat. Abi wanted to drag him into the back room and kiss him senseless for gifting her this night, but fuck it, they were having fun and dancing and drinking, bantering. It was his reward too. "I love Paris," was all she could utter, a few male gazes landing on her.