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The first thing Summer would say if someone were to ask her to compare dancing with Layla to dancing with Fandango is how very different it is.

Different because Layla’s much shorter than Fandango, obviously, but also different because with Layla, Summer feels like she’s actually wanted, actually a part of something rather than just a – in Fandango’s eyes, anyway – disposable dance partner there to make him look good.

There’s something more than that, too: Summer feels like she’s glowing.

And they are glowing. They’re shining, sparkling: the light catches on their ring gear, in their hair, and as they spin and twirl together after a win, Summer feels like she’s never going to get dizzy, like she’s never going to get bored of this.