Evan grabbed her arm and pulled her close. He was a terrible dancer, Winnie had told him that at least a thousand times. At this moment he didn’t think his technique really mattered. He spun her to and fro, raising their entwined hands over their heads. He caught her hand and using momentum turned her back toward him, weaving this way and that. She cracked a smile midway through the song and was laughing by the end. Something about her arms around his neck and his hands at her waist felt so familiar, but it flew away before he could grasp it.