Daven smiled at Fiona, feeling a warmth spreading inside his chest. He loved how she looked up at him with those bright, sparkling eyes. He twirled her around and pulled her back in, feeling the softness of her body against his.

"Well, I have to admit, I can hold my own on the dance floor," he replied with a chuckle. "And as for the singing, I had a great father."

He winked at her, as her laughter echoed on the dancing floor, the sound like music to his ears, Daven pulled her closer to him while commenting to her

"Fiona, you make me feel special too," he said, his voice low and gentle. "You're not just any girl to me. You're the one I want to be with, now and always."

He felt her arms wrap tighter around him, and he held her close, breathing in the scent of her hair, and Daven led her off the dance floor, feeling more alive than he had in his life.

"Thank you for dancing with me," he said, kissing her hand. "I hope we can do it again soon." Daven let go of her hand while quoting the song and humming it as he walked away

"Only fools rush in "

"Love needs to be preserved"