Let’s dance under street lights and watch wisps of our breath float over our heads into the biting November air. I’ll wear your suit jacket with the patches on the elbows and you’ll brush the air out of my eyes, smiling softly at me, but that will be all there is because I’m still new at this and you’re a gentleman. And I am turning into a sap right before your eyes and it’s too early in the season for me to freeze back.