“I see you, Saint. I see the way you care. I see the way you close your eyes for a couple of seconds before you laugh. I see you try and hide your tooth when you smile. But you don’t need to, because you’re…because it’s a perfect smile.” “Jimmy—” “I know that…I know I’m not your first choice. But still, dance with me.” Saint glanced back once more, outside, to where Misty walked toward Patch. And she took Jimmy’s hand.
