Summer: Dana and Davian
"That's not really what a date is, babycakes," Davian informed her sagely. "But whatever, it works." He didn't have the energy to argue semantics or cultural and racial differences in defining words. "Pretty sure looking as good as you do right now that you'd get to dance with your choice of people even if you didn't ask them to be your date." He grinned and winked at her, touching Dana's nose playfully.