"Where are we going?" I asked and stumbled just slightly. It was just me and Chris tonight. Dianne had stayed home.
"You'll see," He said and I felt his arm tense as he steadied me. I could faintly smell his unique scent on the whisper of wind that passed us by.
"Or rather I won't," I teased him right back. My hand was wrapped around his bicep and his other hand was covering mine.
"Don't worry, I won't keep you in the dark for long," I could hear him smiling at the banter.
"Seriously Chris, where are we going?" I asked as we walked down the street. I was comfortable with him leading me now, though most of the time Dianne was with us too. Chris had said that where we were going Dianne wouldn't be very comfortable.
Chris laughed at my impatient tone and I shot a glare at him that was pretty ineffectual. I could tell because he laughed again. "We'll be there soon Miss Impatient."
"Can you at least give me a hint?" I begged.
"Oh no," Chris said and patted my hand, "any hint I would offer would give it away. You're just way to cleaver for your own good."
We walked along in silence for a few minutes when Chris said, "you know you're cute when you pout, but that's not going to get me to tell you where we are going, besides, you'll know soon enough."
I laughed and leaned into him, letting my head rest on his shoulder for the briefest of moments.
After walking a few more minutes I could hear something on the wind, the faintest strains of music.
"Are we going to a concert?" I asked. I could feel his gaze turn towards my face.
"Not quite," he said and steered us closer to the music. At the moment it was a nice piece of west coast swing. I could feel the difference in the air when we entered a building and the music was much louder.
"There is a chair to your five o'clock," Chris said and steered me towards it. I sat down and listened to the music for a moment.
"This is nice music Chris, but why are we here?" I asked. I was dying to know what he had planned.
"Just sit still a moment," Chris said. I could hear him rustling close by and a couple of faint clicks, and I jumped horribly when I felt him touch my foot.
"What are you doing?" I asked and pulled my foot away from him.
"Changing your shoes," he said in a matter of fact tone.
"And why are you doing that?" I asked, I was really confused now, but allowed him to switch out my shoes. I could tell that they were low heels, strapped, but sturdy.
"Remember a few days ago when we were at that little cafe and that song came on?" Chris said. He had finished with one foot and started on my other.
"Yeah, What about it?" I asked. I was beginning to get an idea of where this was all going and I almost wanted to cry from the sweetness of Chris's gesture.
"You said that you missed dancing. You missed the Cha-Cha, and the Samba, Foxtrot, and the Waltz." he said as he finished with my other foot, "So I thought you would like to go dancing again," as he finished he sounded as if he were unsure. I could feel him still crouched down in front of me and I felt the warmth and pressure as he places his hands lightly on my knees. "That is, if you want to," he said, "we can do something else if you would rather."
I couldn't resist leaning forward and wrapping my arms around his neck in a tight embrace. "Thank you," I whispered against his cheek. I leaned back and he stood up, holding on to both of my hands and lead me towards the dance floor.
As a new song flooded the room my left hand slid up his arm to rest just above his bicep and I held out my left for him to grasp. I felt his other hand on my shoulder blade and he said, "you ready?"
I nodded and he lead me with sure movements into a flowing waltz.
