“I don’t wanna dance, if you don’t want to.”
She looked up, a smile creeping up her face. “Yeah right!!!”
She looked down. He continued gazing at the dance floor.
She raised her head slowly. It had armed itself with that twinkled questioning smile, one eyebrow raised.
“I’m positive… anyway the floor looks a little crowded today.”
She asked for his hand across the table. He reciprocated. There were no words exchanged.
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