The Bike Shed was busy, but it usually was on prom night. It was the only night that customers could dance with the staff. The usual up-tempo music was intermittently replaced with power ballads and dancers, waitresses and bar staff alike, were asked to dance.
“How are you finding your first prom?”
Ava took in Thom's crisp white shirt and grey suit trousers. He always looked hot but right there, against the club lights, with his rolled-up sleeves and unbuttoned collar, he was hot as hell.
“Actually enjoying it, although I’m not quite sure I have enough time to get through all my dance requests. How about you? Found anyone who’s going to sweep you off your feet?”
“Maybe. I’m not sure. I’m struggling to pry her away from her books. She’s a bit of a geek, you see. Always got her head i
