When he sat beside me he handed me one of the two paper plates of cake covered in silky homemade butter cream icing crowned with shavings of white chocolate and one cup of punch of a pinkish color that tasted like a slightly sour and spiked pink lemonade. The taste of the chocolate melted over my taste buds like snow, it was heavenly. After catching up with each other as the music began later in the evening we exited out side. That’s where he invited me to danced we danced and danced, we danced until my high heeled shoe broke. I knew he was the one for me. It was a cool autumn night and we were out on the patio. As we twirled and swayed the whole world seemed to standstill. Leaves of red and orange floated softly down through a firefly ballet. When the music stopped we stood there silent, him looking at me and me looking at him deeply in to his crystal blue clear eyes, I felt like I was part of his soul. A boy like cowlick stuck up off the top of his head where the gel has come loose.