He laughed lowly, resting his other hand on her waist and bringing her close. He pulled her into the crowd with him.
She followed him and when they began dancing, she settled her free hand on his shoulder. She paused before leaning forward, whispering in his ear. "Which one is he...?" she murmured quietly.
She nodded, saying nothing more to allow him time to listen. Her hand curled slightly in his shirt as she looked around thoughtfully, her eyes sharp and clear. Her dark hair fell over her eyes, and she blew it away from the corner of her mouth.