For a moment she was sure that he was going to take her hand and start studying it. That would've been awkward, frankly, for several reasons - mostly because she didn't like to think about just how much smarter than her Rich probably was. Feeling stupid was her least favorite thing in the world, so when he followed up his offer with a request to dance, she couldn't help the slight smile that curved over her lips.
"I think I could manage that. Nothing makes a person sleep better than exhaustion, right?" Because she sure as hell hadn't been sleeping well since her brother's death, not that she was going to share that with poor Rich. He probably knew, since he'd seen her on the field once or twice since then. She took his hand easily enough, using the extra leverage to stand up.
"I'll try to keep from stepping on your feet. The music that they play at these things isn't really my -- style." She was more about line-dancing and two-stepping, truthfully.
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