“Do I look like someone who scares easily?” Danny Zuko eat your heart out; but the way he drums his fingers on the top of the car close to my shoulder tells me he’s not as relaxed as his outward appearance might suggest. I don’t know what it is that’s making him uptight: being on the wheel without Sarah, or being on the wheel at all, or being on the wheel with me. I sigh, about to ask him, and then the familiar, swoony opening bars of “Hopelessly Devoted to You” strike up and the wheel begins to rotate.
