"Ha, real funny, Finn."
Every. Single. Time.
I'd ask her, over and over.
"Please, just one dance?"
"Ha, real funny, Finn."
And she'd turn back to...whatever she was doing. Mapping, cleaning, refining crystals, and on and on.
I'd grin my broadest grin, stand right behind her, and ask, one more time.
"One dance?"
Same answer.
"Ha, real funny, Finn."
But I leave the radio on.
Just in case.
