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Dalton’s words hung around us for a bit, his usually entertaining persona replaced by something darker for a few minutes. And then he grinned at me. “Where are my manners?” he asked. “I haven’t given you the tour!”

I laughed. I could see the whole car from where I sat, though the front was quite a distance away.

“Maybe we should record it?” he asked.

“TikTok first date?” I asked.

“Well, we did that, but the fans clearly want more.”

The video we’d posted of our dancing date had gone insane. The studio phone had been ringing nonstop and I had actually added a class and was beginning to consider hiring someone to run the competition team I needed to build.

“They do,” I agreed, getting more comfortable with being on camera this way.

Dalton set up his phone in the corner of the car, and then we toured the back of the limo, scooting around on our knees and trying out all the seats. Dalton showed me all the buttons, let me play with the radio, offered me water in a fancy crystal glass, and f