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Six
The Dodger and Sara had continued as they always had, acting as if their kiss had never happened, but it always seemed very real to the both of them. Soon enough, it was Christmas, and the boys had insisted that Sara come over for dinner.
Of course, after dinner involved all the boys going over to the tab, which was closed for the holidays, so they could see Bet and dance and drink.
All the boys got a half pint of gin, Bet refusing to give any of them an ounce more. Then Sara and Bet sang and danced, reminding Charlie, Fagan and the Dodger about when Nancy was alive – it especially seemed that way with Sara in Nancy's favourite red dress.
In a few minutes, Bet's husband-to-be came, and with a broad grin, handed some of the boys instruments. They played while the boys stomped on the floor, and Bet, grinning, took her fiancée's arm out onto the open space that they had cleared of tables and benches.
Quickly lighting on his chance, the Dodger held out his arm, and smiling, Sara took it. Dance after dance, Sara stomped on the floor daintily and danced with all the boys, but the Dodger more often than any.
At eleven thirty, Sara's eyes hit the clock, and she gasped and stood rooted to the spot, as the boys continued to dance, and then stopped as they noticed her. Sara quickly bustled around the room, gathering up her handbag and shawl, and eventually pausing. "I'm – I'm sorry, but I must go –" she finished, unable to think of a proper ending.
The boys all nodded and continued to dance, as the music started back up. The Dodger scooped up his coat, and followed Sara into the chilly, snowy night after she had said her goodbyes to Bet.
He hurried out the door after her, and pulled his coat on to block the muffled winter chill. The streets were uncharacteristically quiet, and with the soft snow falling in the moonlit streets, he caught up to her.
"I'll come with you."
They laughed on the way through the lower city, passing many brightly lit buildings. As they came to the edges, they stopped in their usual place to say their goodbyes.
As the snow fell on Sara's dark hair, she looked up at him through her eyelashes and said, "Happy Christmas, Dodger."
The Dodger responded as such. "'Appy Christmas."
As they stared into each other's eyes, they both suddenly looked up. And they both noticed a sprig of mistletoe, right above their heads.
They looked deep into each other's eyes, and leaned in, and with the snow falling softly all around them, the Dodger kissed Sara gently, holding her close.