He and Sindra had made their way up to the dance floor a few times though she pulled away at one point, the song too fast for her skill level. He heard her laugh and excuse herself. Without missing a beat Derk grabbed a skinny lad who looked like he wanted to dance, finding the young man flustered at first but they soon fell into the song, laughing and trying to figure out who was leading. Derk led and when the song was over Derk humored him and the laughing crowd with a bow, walking back over to where Sindra sat, her hands over her mouth as she laughed. The music was winding down, the pitcher was empty and the greasy food cold. “I guess we should head back?” Sindra shrugged, looking at the grease covered plate. Another song started up, a slow song, and the singer sang in a clear, pretty voice. Derk finished his beer and nodded. “Aye, I don’t want to miss Asa’s cooking,” he said, standing up and offering her his arm. Sindra took it and they walked out of the Last Stop, the music from inside following them down the street.
