He takes her to a crowded, smoky bar. There is a live jazz band in the corner and she notices people dancing in one corner of the room.      "I feel a little out of place in my formal gown," she whispers to Greg, laughing.      He laughs, too. "Ah, don't worry about it. No one will care."      He takes her hand and leads her to a small table in the corner of the room.      "Want anything?" he asks.      "Just a coffee for now," she says.      He nods and saunters off to the bar. He returns a few moments later with two steaming lattes.      "This is a special night, and I thought we deserved special coffee," he says as he sets the mugs on the table, a twinkle in his eyes.      "You're definitely right," she says, smiling. She extends her hand towards him. "Come dance with me, Greg. I want to be close to you."      He smiles at her tenderly and takes her hand.