Scarlett blinked in surprise. Dance? Did she want to dance? She had promised Devon she would dance at least one song. But...she had also told Grail that she would stop talking and thinking about Devon, because it wasn't her friend that was on this date. Scarlett didn't think she was a very good dancer, but Grail was offering.
Decisions. She was having a pleasant night, he was a pleasant companion. Did they need to follow the predictable formula of one of these evenings to deem their blind date successful. Her dress was rather long, she'd been stepping on it all night.
"I'll dance," she said, lightly patting her hair down. She smiled, but instead of shyly there was a bit of mischief in her stare. "Unless you have a better idea."
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