Lots of crying and a couple of I do's later, I sat down at a large round table at the reception, watching Newt, Emma, and almost everyone else dance joyfully to a bouncy song the band was playing. I looked around. I was pretty much the only person still in their seat. Or so I thought.

'Yeah, I'm not much of a dancing queen either.

I jumped at the sound of a woman's voice right behind me. I turned around, and I saw her. She had really long, straight, jet black hair that stopped at her hips. She had olive skin and was wearing a sparkling midnight blue dress that fit her lean body perfectly. She sat down in the chair next to me, her red lips in a grin. She was beautiful, no doubt about it. The thing that stood out most to me were her eyes. An emerald colour so bright they looked almost unnatural. Almost.

'I'm Lindsay,' she said.

'Minho,' I said back.

She held out her dainty hand and I shook it.

'So how do you know the happy couple?' She raised her perfect eyebrows.

'Best friends with both of 'em,' I said casually, definitely not bringing up the Emma stuff. 'What about you?'

She laughed lightly. 'Well, I don't really. But that's my little brother up there,' she pointed to the wedding singer. 'This is his first gig, he wanted someone to be there to watch him. I asked Emma first, and she said it was cool.'

I nodded. There was something about this girl that I really, really liked.

'Anyway, I came over here because you looked upset,' she lowered her voice a little. 'Are you alright?'

For a moment all I wanted to do was tell her everything, let out everything that had been bothering me. Tell her about how I felt like I was losing my two best friends, tell her how hard it was to see the girl I used to love get married. I felt a lump in my throat start to form. I swallowed and hastily shook my head.

'No, no. Nothing's wrong,' I croaked.

Lindsay rolled her eyes.

'Not very convincing, but I don't like to pry,' she smiled slightly.

'You don't like to pry, you don't like to dance… there's not very much you enjoy, is there?' I smirked.

She smirked back.

'Oh, there's lots I enjoy, Minho,' she looked into my eyes, then held out her hand. 'Come and see.'

I looked back at Newt and Emma, who were gazing into each other's eyes whilst slow-dancing. They wouldn't miss me. I took Lindsay's hand, and we both stood up. She dragged me through the maze of tables and chairs and out the door we'd come in through. I noticed her shiver in the cool evening air.

'Here,' I take off my jacket, 'have this.'

I draped the jacket around her shoulders. It would've made any other woman look ridiculous, but somehow Lindsay looked even prettier inside it. She smiled up at me.

'Thank you.'

'No prolbem,' I mumbled, 'I - I mean problem.'

She chuckled, and I mentally slapped myself for acting like such a dumbass. We kept walking until we stood in the very garden Newt and Emma had gotten married.

'Why have you taken me here?' I asked Lindsay.

She shrugged. 'I dunno, I just got the sense you'd feel a lot better away from them.'

'By them you mean…'

She looked at me as if trying to read me.

'Your best friend and the girl you used to love,' she said cautiously.

'She's not the-' I stopped myself. Why deny something that's true? 'Yeah,' I muttered. 'Thank you, Lindsay.'

She grinned at me, a beautiful sight. All of a sudden Newt and Emma seemed so far away. Lindsay surprised me with what she said next.

'Do you wanna dance?' She asked.

I laughed. 'I thought you weren't much of a dancing queen? That you didn't like dancing?' I raised my eyebrows.

She rolled her eyes again.

'I have a feeling I'm gonna like dancing with you,' Lindsay said matter-of-factly.

I felt my cheeks go hot, then stepped towards her and wrapped my arms around her waist. She placed her hands lightly on my shoulders. We began to sway from side to side. I spun her around and she laughed delightedly.

'You're a good dancer, Minho,' she told me with a smile.

'Only when I'm with you,' I replied, 'Dancing Queen.'

I gave myself another mental slap. That was literally the most stupid thing I had ever said in my entire life.

Astonishingly, Lindsay blushed. She liked it? She suddenly stopped dancing. Her hands slid up onto my cheeks. She looked deep into my eyes. Then she closed hers and parted her lips slightly. I did the same, and our mouths collided. A warm, tingly feeling spread all through my body. And as of that moment I knew, Lindsay was the girl for me.