Shut Up and Dance With Me | Finn&Meghan
Finn sat on the edge of the fountain in the town square, drumming his fingers on his knees. He’d nearly bust a gut laughing at the look on Meghan Fehr’s face when she realized just whose basket she had won, but he was also just a tad bit nervous about the entire situation. For one thing, he had a habit of getting on her nerves, even when he wasn’t trying to. Hopefully, this wasn’t going to be an entirely unpleasant experience for her.
The little shops and cafes around the square were still open, and people were bustling about on their way. If there was one place Finn knew well and could never truly get tired of, it was the square. He had grown up watching it from the windows of Bradshaw & Family, and the people who bustled about it were always fascinating. He was so engrossed with trying to make out which article it was that a banker was reading from the newspaper, he nearly missed the sight of his picnic partner approaching.
Finn held up the picnic basket and called out,
“Be honest! You bid on the good looks of the basket, didn’t you.”
