They all roared again. More young men broke off their conversations nearby and hovered behind the small group that had greeted us. I could see the envious, even angry faces of the girls to whom they had been speaking.
"So, really, where are you guys from? I haven't seen you before. Anybody see them before?" another boy asked.
"I have," Buddy said, looking directly at me. "Every night in my dreams."
They all laughed.
"That's all he ever does is the dream," the bigger young man said. "So, where are you from?"
I looked at Ava.
"Well," she said, "we kiss, but we don't tell."
There were more roars. I sipped my drink. Buddy smiled at me and then asked if I wanted to dance. I looked at Ava. She gave me a short yes smile, and I nodded. When we got onto the dance floor, the music was so much louder that it was nearly impossible to talk. I looked back and saw how Ava was holding court, none of the boys who had been around us leaving.
