Slow Dancing

The DJ's voice settles over the room one last time.

DJ: alright seniors. This is your last dance of the night. Make it count.

The music shifts into something slow and warm, the kind of song that makes a room full of people instinctively reach for whoever is closest to them. The lights dim slightly, the crowd thinning at the edges as people pair off. Miles stands at the edge of the floor and looks around.

The night is almost over. One dance left.

He makes his choice.