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"I'm just going to assume you don't know how to ballroom dance," she said, sighing teasingly. "I suppose I'll have to find someone else to dance...
"No I won't!" he protested. "You're making it awkward!" *** She laughed. "So.. Yes."
"What of that.. thing.. finds them?"
"Oh look," she said playfully. "Dancing."
"Cause why? Scared you'll sing along?" *** "Do you want me to be kidding?" she teased, raising an eyebrow.
He took a breath, his eyes traveling along the floor. "What about the others?"
She nodded, stepping forward.
He looked at her. "Why turn it off?" *** She grinned at him. "Only kidding."
He held his breath, keeping as silent as possible.
"Good evening," she said smoothly, her lips pursed. "We're here for the event."
He shook his head. "It won't be." *** She raised an eyebrow playfully. "Well," she began, her expression joking, "I could get to know your...
He was silent, a bit surprised, but continued following.
Her hand brushed his back gently, but she said nothing.
He looked at her. "Huh? Is it?" *** "It's me!"
He blinked. "Where's Penelope?"
"Not going to," she reassured. "Just pointing it out."
He pursed his lips, leaning against the window. "That's okay." *** "Me."
He glanced back. "What if it gets to the others?"
"Just saying," she murmured, raising her hands in surrender.
He glanced at her, his eyes thoughtful before looking down again. "Yeah." *** She nodded. "Yuh huh."
