"Look, Nikki, just five minutes of your time!" Jonesy pleaded.
Nikki opened her mouth and then closed it as she felt another hand closed on her other wrist.
"Nikki! I'm sorry, when I looked last you were dancing with Justin…" Micah claimed.
"Wait…" Nikki turned her head to face him. "You saw me dancing with Justin and didn't rescue me!"
"I thought that's what you wanted?" Micah questioned, looking confused.
Nikki's face softened as she shook her head. "No…" she half whispered, and turned back to Jonesy. "Okay, five minutes." Nikki gave in, and only looked back at Micah once while Jonesy led her away.
"Wow… what was that all about?" Caitlin asked.
"Justin was Nikki's old beau… I saw them on the dance floor and I thought she wanted to dance with him so I decided not to cock block, but I guess I should have."
"Oh, it's not your fault! Girls are so confusing!" Caitlin smiled at him
"Yeah but come on, I'm a flaming queen! I should have picked up on Nikki's distress before Jonesy did."
"Oh, it's all my fault!" Caitlin squealed. "You weren't paying attention to her because you were paying attention to me!"
"Don't flatter yourself. I was paying attention to the hottie serving hor'derves at nine o'clock!"
"Oh… wow he's cute…" Caitlin agreed.
"Yeah and my spidey senses are telling me he's not quite straight."
"Yeah… mine too…" Caitlin smiled, then dropped it as she saw that Micah was focused on Jonesy and Nikki, who were standing about twenty yards away and in a seemingly deep conversation. "I wonder what they're talking about…" she asked.
"Yeah me too…" Micah pouted, not noticing the scowling Justin standing almost directly behind him.