Donna walked over the couch and plopped down. "You don't like to dance? Why aren't you in the party?"
"I'm not entirely sure how things works around here." Sam said as he sat down on the couch.
"That makes two of us." Donna stated. "But, I'm sure it's just like any other party in Europe. You just dance and talk to people."
"Oh? Then why aren't you dancing and socializing at the party then, your highness?"
"Donna will work just as fine." She reminded. "But, I can't go out there."
Sam raised his eyebrows. "Why?"
She pursued her lips. "You won't laugh at me will you?"
"Never... Donna." He finished with a grin.
She stood up quickly and revealed the back of the dress. "I scorched my dress, so now I need to keep still so no one sees it." Sam cracked a smile, then began to laugh. "You're such a jerk, you know that?" Donna laughed as Sam was doubled over.
"How do you manage to do this things?" Sam says as he was recovering from his laughter. "God bless the duke."
"He'll need more than god when dealing with me." She giggled as she slouched more in the couch. She listened to band as they played a slower version of Blue Moon.
Sam began to hum along. "You like Frank Sinatra?"
"Yes, as a native New Yorker, you can't go down to time square without hearing his song." Donna said. "But for your information he didn't write this The Marcels did."
"Thank you for the music history lesson."
"Anytime." Donna laid her head on the arm of the couch, but soon she looked over at Sam who was staring. This wasn't the first time she caught him doing this either. "What are you doing?"
"I'm looking at you, Donna."
"No, you're staring."
"I can't stare?" Sam asked as he moved closer, letting his heart control his entire body, placing a kiss on Donna's lips, and then slowly pulling away.
