Salsa wasn’t bad, but I liked the dirty dancing better. Mia was amazing. I could watch her move all night. I had no idea where she’d put all the lasagna she’d eaten just an hour earlier. She wore a red dress that twirled around her legs as she danced in some of the highest, pointiest, and most spiked shoes I’d ever seen.

“You have gorgeous legs,” I said when we sat one out, so I could catch my breath. The girl wasn’t even winded. I kept waiting for somethi...