“You don’t have to. Every Saturday night at seven thirty. The black lights come on. We even sell glow sticks, if you’d like to take it up a notch.” “Oh really? I’m not quite versed in roller-skating culture. Do you think I’m ready for glow sticks?” He’s teasing me, and I don’t even realize until this moment that he’s still holding my hand in his. Or rather, we’re just holding hands since he’s relaxed his grip.
Theyre cute
