Minutes later Chance followed Amy into the darkness with its sliver of light. He was nervous. He was scared. He was excited. Chance fidgeted. There were a few too many jackets, too little space. Chance was pressing before Amy before he knew it.

Then his hands were at her waist. He finally had the courage to lean forward and press his lips to hers. So sweet, and soft where they. It shocked him. He pulled back. "S-sorry. I just ... " He was red in the face and awkward. Dropped his hands, and stepped back. The wall slammed into his back.