I stared down at his hand in confusion for a few seconds, then realized he wanted a low five for some reason. I slapped my hand down on his. He laughed. “Thanks, but no. I was asking you to dance.” He nodded toward the shop front where a few local guys were doing a cover of some eighties band I recognized vaguely but couldn’t name. “Oh no. I shouldn’t.” “Kira. Come on. Everybody knows already. You said it yourself. We should have fun while we still can.” “No, I mean for the sake of everybody with eyes, I really shouldn’t dance. I might scar someone for life.
