Seeing Amy blush again only made Mal like her more and he could feel a warm feeling spreading through his chest, making it a little hard to breathe; not impossible, just making it feel like the temperature had risen in the room to about 102 degrees. Strangely enough, Mal felt like this feeling was pleasant.

Walking over to an empty table, Mal watched as Amy tried getting the millions of tiny pieces of glitter off herself. Tentatively he reached out with his hand and combed his fingers through her hair, sending a shower of glitter to the floor, “Ummm, mind a little help?”, he asked, his reddish-brown eyes catching the light from the mirrored-disco ball.