Dance Floor: Rider and Min
“Me? Not ready for it?” Rider gave an overdramatic scoff. “You wound me, Min.” He grinned as she tugged at his hat and his dimples appeared. “You know I always keep up.”
This was how things were supposed to be. Parties, dancing, Min giving him a hard time. Definitely preferable to what the norm had been since the attack. He say a determination in the set of her jaw that said she was trying just has hard as he was to forget everything that had happened. He held his hand out to her. “Let’s do this thang. Show everyone here why we’re the coolest.”