Mikey had been, as you know, practicing salsa. But he took a break from it to learn a romantic slow dance. He'd seen in a magazine that girls love that kind of stuff. So, he went to a rooftop and tried his best to make it look like Paris, France. Only Mikey. You went to the lair to look for him but the guys just snickered and told you to check the rooftops. As soon as you got to the rooftops you saw him. You made your way to that rooftop and he lit up with happiness. "Mikey what is all this?," you ask, pleasantly confused. He takes your hand. "It's Paris! Well actually no, it's a rooftop. But it looks like Paris!," he yells excitedly. You smile at him, still slightly confused. "And now my lady, we dance!," he exclaims as he takes your hands and starts dancing. You're surprised at how good he is at it. After a few steps, he twirls you around. "Wow Mikey you're really good," you say. He smiles and twirls you again. "I wanna be good at everything you like, dudette," he says. You giggle and kiss his cheek. "I love you, Mikey," you say. He dips you tango style and looks into your eyes. "I love you, too," he replies.