it seems like hours pass as calum and i sit in front of the bar talking. everything inside me feels so damn happy, unlike i've felt in a long time. the more calum talks, the more i feel like i relate to him. at first, he seemed so annoying, but now i realize he's not that bad.
"i like your outfit," calum randomly compliments.
i giggle and look down at my sweater, high-waisted shorts, tights, and winter boots, "me, too,"
"isn't it hot?" he laughs.
i laugh along with him even though i have no idea what we're laughing about, "yes! i have a tank top under it."
"you should take it off,"
"my tank top?"
calum laughs loudly, "no, your sweater. i want to dance with you."
i smile before tugging my sweater off and wrapping it around my waist, "okay, let's go."
