The notebook :3

Noah: “You wanna dance with me?”
Allie: “Sure. Now?”
Noah: “Mmm Hmm”
Allie: “You’re not supposed to dance in the street.”
Noah: “You are supposed to dance in the street.”
Allie: “Yeah, but we don’t have any music.”
Noah: “Well, we’ll make some… Bum bum bum bum bum bum…”
Allie: “You’re a terrible singer.”
Noah: “I know.”
Allie: “And I like this song.”