I couldn't help but smirk a little as we walked. A wife, kids - I stash them away because I'm crazy about her. Well, she had one thing right. I wouldn't exactly say crazy about her, but I was extremely fond of her. She was special, both with her craft and just her. She lit up the room wherever she was, but she already knew that. There was no need to tell her. I checked the time on my watch before shoving my hand back into my coat pocket.
"I'm never impatient," I lied and gave a half grin as we walked. "And I don't dance," I told her flatly and nodded just for the effect of me standing my ground, but I was sure that by the end of the night I'd be dancing like an idiot, or dancing just to keep up with her. Either way, I'd look like an idiot, but it would make her happy, right?
"They are dancing shoes. Very nice dancing shoes, but you'll just have to dance with someone else," I said and eyed her for a second before looking ahead. "There's probably a hundred guys in that club that would do anything to dance with you," I pointed out. Even though I'd probably be jealous the whole time. What? I can get jealous. I liked her, I was sure she was aware. It wasn't like anything could be done about it. I had a job and it was to keep her safe. Mixing in anything else would just be trouble. And I wasn't ready to do that again.