It was Fritz!
Martin grinned at him. “Of course, my boy, if she’s okay with it? Nas?”
I just nodded at Martin and smiled.
Martin clutched my hand and handed it over to Fritz.
Fritz smiled, wrapped his hands in his handkerchief, and took my hand.
“What’s with the handkerchief?” Martin asked curiously.
Fritz laughed. “To keep her hands warm.” He answered, laughing.
“My boy, it’s still warm. We’ve been dancing for a few minutes now.” Martin answered skeptically.
“Hmm…make it warmer.” He smiled.
Martin held his hands in surrender and patted his back. “I won’t understand you, ever. Okay, kids, enjoy! Take care of Nas, Fritz.” He grinned at us and left to chat with his friends.
