The night air was cool, for which Connor was greatful. Him and crowds had never really mixed well. Now he knew why, apart from other reasons, he'd avoided his highschool dances. 

But looking over at Kijani, wearing the prom queen crown, he couldn't help but think he would go through it again, if it meant another dance with her. He smiled, watching her, and now he did shove his hands in the pockets of the white pants.

"It is better" he said, "if you get too cold, tell me. You can have mybjacket"