Come on. Before the song ends.”
He stood slowly.
For the first time all night, he smiled.
They walked to the middle of the dance floor. Brielle placed one hand on his shoulder while Mason kept a careful, respectful distance.
Then I noticed the phones.
Several students had stopped dancing. Their screens were raised, recording.
I told myself kids filmed everything now.
I wanted to believe that.
But Brielle’s friends were covering their mouths, shaking with laughter.
The song reached its final notes.
Then Brielle stepped back and laughed loudly
