She grinned. "I love it!" she said simply. "I like all kinds of music." He was close again, very, very close. "Punk is actually pretty good dancing music too."

She leaned in again, slowly, letting her head rest on his shoulder. There was a combination of smells on his shirt; laundry detergent, clove cigarettes, and that distinct Anastas smell. She couldn't believe she actually had ended up missing that over the summer. She wasn't sure what to say, not that she was ever sure what to say with him.

She wondered whether or not they were ever going to talk about the letter writing they had done over the summer or if they would ever talk about the things they had written about. She didn't want to bring it up though so she just sat by him enjoying the quiet.