dance first. think later.
Jacob asks for the porcini risotto and then turns to me.

"And actually I wrote a song for you, too," he says.

Immediately, I can feel myself flushing, and I look down. I've always wanted someone to write a song for me...

"What's it called?"

And now it's Jacob's turn to flush.

"'Girl in a Tutu,'" he says.


-- Bunheads, by Sophie Flack, page 119.
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