New Corinth, Planet Yuma, Coronadolate evening of 12 Sept. 824 A.S.
The smile never left her face. She was locked step in step with him. One, two, three....one, two, three. She hadn't danced like this since her father taught her as a young girl before a school dance. She was infatuated with him. She felt close and it was a wonderful feeling for her. Her fingers held tight to him and her heart thumped strong.
"Peter's calling..." A part of her was annoyed but she still found it sort of amusing. They were out later than usual and the kids were probably worried. Still, the night was so perfect and child interference for once was a bother. Still, she found the sweet humor of it.
"I guess we had better answer," she said to him. "We don't want to end up being grounded by the kids for staying out."
