He had a nice smile. She was glad she hadn't completely rendered him catatonic. Diana (and her headlights) had that effect on some boys. But it was hardly her intention. At least not tonight.

"Sure it does," she said, as she slowly began to rock her hips a little, pulling him along with her. "Music is inside of everyone. That's why they call it 'the rhythm of life.' Your body is built with a beat."

Oh, what the hell? She could lead for a change.

She started with a simple back-and-forth pattern. More like a samba than swing, but it worked with the music. "Follow along."