"I'm nineteen," he says with a shrug and another grin. It's what he had said when she first told him she danced and he kind of stands by it. He's a nineteen-year-old dude and she's really hot and she's pretty cool from what he can tell so far. That's basically all the invitation he needs.

"Thanks," he adds as he wraps his hand around the beer she's set down in front of him.