It takes them a moment to get into it, to figure out how they're moving and really enjoy the music. By the time that Neil can feel the little buzz of alcohol in his system, they're moving quite well, if a little goofily.

It makes him smile and laugh and feel bright, and he hasn't in a while, so it's doubly nice. Rosie looks sweet and carefree, and Neil does love dancing with her.

He looks up, just briefly, and spots a group of boys between his and Rosie's age watching them. He doesn't recognize them, and he's not sure if they're college students or high school students, in that gangly, in-between stage of their life like he and Rosie both are.

"We have admirers," he says, close to her ear.