Rosie finishes her drink first, but Neil's close behind. He plucks her glass out of her hand and returns both empties to the bar, before returning to her and sweeping toward the dance floor.

As promised, he stays on the edges. There's no reason to press in and make her feel crowded and overwhelmed. He puts her hands on his shoulders and his on her waist, keeping her close. The way he dances with her is different than how he might dance with a boy, giving her a little more space. But it's still a silly, hip-swinging bit of nonsense.

"Just relax," he calls over the music. "There's no wrong way to do it."