“Let’s Groove.” he says.
“Never say that again.” I say.
“Come on. Do you love me?”
“What’s love got to do with it?” I ask him.
“Don’t play Games with me.” he smiles.
“We’re at a party and you’re telling me to stop playin games?”
“No. I’m telling you that, you can’t stop the beat. Now, Let’s dance!”
“I don’t dance.”
“Fine, then.” he says dissapointed.
“Let’s go, then.”
We leave the party, and proceed to be bored.
“What now?” I ask.
He shrugs, sitting on the dock of the bay. “We could go to Australia.”
“You know what, Let’s talk about love.” I sit down next to him.
“What about it?” he looks me in the eyes curiously.
“I love you.”