He didn't know where to start, so he picked the obvious spot. "I wanted to- " Irina gave him a look and he stopped. He was going to say apologize, but she wouldn't let him. He took a drink and continued. "I guess I just wanted to talk to you."

"You did all this," she gestured to the room, "because you wanted to talk to me?"

"Yes. It sounds silly now, but when you walked out that door, it seemed like the best thing to do. I knew I would have to do something if I wanted you to ever talk to me again. And I must admit, I saw that dress when we walked through the lobby and I wanted to see what it would look like on you." He smiled sheepishly and looked down at his plate. He didn't want to admit it, but he figured it was best to be completely honest; there were too many lies between them as it was.

She laughed at the almost mortified look on his face. "I thought that might have had something to do with it."

There was a comfortable silence as they both finished their meals. Jack was listening for the song he was waiting for. When it came on, he stood up and extended a hand to Irina. "Would you like to dance?"

She honestly hadn't even noticed the music until then. She nodded and Jack pulled her chair out for her, taking her hand and leading her to the dance floor.

You won't admit you love me And so How am I ever to know? You always tell me Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps

When they reached the middle of floor, he pulled her into him. She wasn't expecting it and almost tripped, Jack's strong arms wrapping around her to stop her from falling. He laughed and almost said he was sorry until he remembered the look she had given him the last time.

Irina straightened herself and, placing her right hand in his left and her left hand on his shoulder, she stepped into him. Learning how to dance was something they had done together when they were engaged. Neither knew how and, wanting to be able to dance at their wedding, lessons seemed like the right thing to do. Their instructor had been an eccentric older woman and former ballroom dance champion.

Neither had danced in a long time. Not since their last Valentine's Day together when they went out, leaving Sydney with a babysitter. It had been a long time, but the steps gradually came back and soon they were moving with confidence and ease.

A million times I've asked you And then I ask you over again You only answer Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps

"Do you remember this song?" Jack asked, bringing Irina back to the present.

Unfortunately, she did. "This is the song we danced to when our teacher somehow got us to go into that competition." She paused to laugh. "Can you believe we actually won?"

He spun her out and pulled her back in. The movement was perfect. "I don't think it's that hard to believe. We were pretty good together; even that crazy lady who taught us thought so." He pulled her closer to him, reveling in the feel of her skin. He was never more glad that he had gotten a dress with an open back than at that moment. She wrapped her arm around his neck, compensating for being closer to him.

"I think this song is a good one for us."

"Why's that?"

"Just listen," he said. He lowered his head, placing his cheek against hers.

If you can't make you mind up We'll never get started And I don't want to wind up Being parted, broken hearted

It took her a minute to realize that Doris Day wasn't the only one singing.