Daniel stood up and loomed over Sadie. "Sing?"
"Sorry?"
"Do.You.Want.To.Sing.With.Me?"
For a count of five, nothing happened. Then,a thousand sad wallflowers at a thousand loud dances were redeemed in that moment. Sadie positively lit up. "Yes," she said, sitting up straight. "I do."
"Okay." He started for the stage. "Lose the jacket."
She paused halfway out of her seat. "What?"
"The jacket," he said over his shoudler. "It's freaking ugly."
I watched as Sadie froze.
"C'mon, Sadie. I'm aging here."
Sadie slid the jacket off her shoulders. It caught at her elbows for a second, then she let it drop to the chair. Underneath, she was wearing jeans and a red cashmere sweater. She looked terrified, mortified, and really good.
"Excellent," Daniel said. "Let's go.

Autore: Melissa Jensen