And he said
Take my hand
Live while you can
Don't you feel like
Dreams are right
In the palm of your hand?
--Vanessa Carlton, Ordinary Day
"Wait. We can't do that," she said.
He grinned. "Oh yes we can."
"No, really. We can't. That's like illegal. I'm sure it violates...something."
She stepped back. "Seriously. We should go."
"Look. You're not used to this yet. I get it. I understand. But I'm going to let you in on a little secret. I make things happen."
She blinked. She really didn't have a response.
"Close your eyes," he said.
"What are you going to do?"
"Just close them," he said.
She pursed her lips.
They stared at each other a few moments. She resisted.
"Do you want things to happen?" he said. "Or not?"
Her heart pounded harder. "Why do I think I'm going to regret this?" she said.
She closed her eyes and put out her hand. His strong grip took it.
"Let's go," he said.