"No, I'd like to," he said, stopping and turning to her, his brows furrowed. "I'd really like to. I just... that's not my world, Fleur."
She sighed, watching him thoughtfully. Her expression was resigned as she nodded slightly, her voice quiet. "Okay."
He spoke again after a moment, his voice softer. "It'd be like if I asked you to come and steal with me," he told her not making eye contact. "Or come and get in a fight or something."
"But I really would love to see you dance," he said quietly. "But maybe just from the lobby or something. Or watching through a window."
She looked up at him thoughtfully. "I think the windows up top open to let in air, if you wanted to try them."
They approached the end of the row, where there was a large, immaculate white house, with a clean lawn and a picket fence. Ferris smirked. "You think...?"
"It seems a bit modest for a mayor, don't you think? Those marble pillars? Who does he think he's impressing?"
"I guess," he replied, opening the gate and going up to the door. "This isn't our town, so let's just go crazy with it."
Several minutes passed before the door opened. A rather handsome man, maybe in his late 20s or early 30s, looked out, raising one eyebrow. "...yes?"
Fleur looked up at him, her head tilted slightly. She looked a little nervous. "Hello.. I'm sorry to disturb you but I think you bought something of mine that I didn't intend to lose."
