Ren sat in the Hummer, idling, while I rushed out the door of the building.
He opened the door for me and I climbed in.
I had let Li go a few days and we were blissful.
"Sorry, I'm late," I rushed, tossing my bag in the back and placing my books at my feet. "I was talking to my professor."
Ren began pulling out of lot. We were going to go to Silver Falls. I'd promised him I would take him to see it at night.
"It's fine," he said, he leaned over at a stop sign to peck my cheek.
He reached over to turn off the radio, which was playing softly, just as another song came on.
"Stop!" I said, "I love this song."
Bon Jovi's voice from Living on a Prayer rang out through the car as I turned the volume up a bit.
"I just want to dance!" I laughed, shaking my body a bit in my seat.
Ren glanced at me incredulously before looking back at the road. "Yes, it has a beat, but this is dance music?"
I laughed. "Not anymore. This is 80's music. The best kind! Dancing from the eighties was also so much better than nowadays."
"Could you show me some later?" Ren grinned.
I snorted. "I'll tell you what: starting tomorrow, we'll have a dance movie marathon. One every night. Strictly 80s. I'll teach you a bit after each movie. Then maybe we'll move on to the horror that is both post and pre 80's dancing."
"Sounds good to me."