She laughed at that. It was a musical laugh - warm, free, and hearty, tinged with flirtatious zeal. It was one that hadn't really been heard by many of late.

Yes, she thought as she slipped one skinny jean-clad leg into a knee high brown leather boot. She was definitely buying the dress to go dancing in.

"I hope it's over soon, then," she agreed. "Because I can't wait to dance with you."