Tom's eyes lit up. "Hey, nothing wrong with that. In fact..." He set his glass down and pulled out his phone. "I think this calls for some mood music."
Before I could ask what he meant, the opening notes of "Thriller" by Michael Jackson filled the room. Tom started swaying to the beat, a goofy grin on his face.
"What are you doing?" I laughed, watching as he attempted to moonwalk across my hardwood floor.
"Dancing, obviously," Tom replied, holding out his hand to me. "Come on, Stella. Live a little!"
I hesitated for a moment, but there was something infectious about Tom's enthusiasm. Setting my own glass down, I took his hand and let him pull me into an impromptu dance party.
We twirled and shimmied around my living room, laughing as we tried to outdo each other with increasingly ridi
