Separate names with a comma.
She flushed in embarrassment. "There's no music.."
He did so, stretching.
He raised his eyebrows.
"I love you very much."
"What is their decision?"
"It's like.. Moving to a rhythm. Multiple people can do it or just one."
"No, I guess not."
"I'm not worried yet."
"I agree."
She stuck her tongue out at him.
She raised her eyebrows. "How do I explain this.. Hm.."
He laughed. "Wow."
"I suppose I could."
"And I like you, so me too."
She looked over the edge with a tilted head.
"Dancing."
He reached into his cupboard, pulling out whiskey. "They're actually fun."
He shook it. "Francis Craw."
"True!"
"Nothing."
