By the time they stumbled out of the bar, her cheeks hurt from smiling so much, and her feet ached from dancing in shoes that were clearly not designed for the job.
At some point during their solo dance, the band had decided to play something with a faster beat, probably in the hope of getting them to sit back down, but Mitch had only switched their dance up despite her protests that she didn’t know how to dance. He didn’t care. She certainly couldn’t remember the last time she’d laughed so hard, except maybe the last time she’d been out with the man.
Walking hand in hand to where Mitch had parked his car, Roxie couldn't help but feel disappointed that the night would soon be over.
Memories of the night would, of course, stay with her. There was no way she’d forget how Mitch’s breath
