…y-you don’t have to do that katelynn…! that, that’s so nice of you…
dancing? …i… i dance in my apartment…? *smiles weakly, nervously* do you dance?
*Standing up, she decides to show him instead of just telling him. Standing up on her tippy-toes, she does a sort of plait before it changes into a break dancing move*
*She giggles; dancing always making her feel extremely happy* I do that too – dance in my apartment I mean. I’m trying to learn how to break dance. No one knows about it…except you now.
What dancing do you do?
*he takes a step back when she starts to dance. he hadn’t expected it. but he smiles as he watches her, having only seen people dance on tv it’s very different in person*
i’ll keep it secret for you, i promise.
m-me? oh. um.
*well. she danced for him… he stands there awkward before he begins to slowly sway at first, getting a beat in his head and begins to move to music he can only hear. he isn’t great, but he isn’t awful either. he moves his arms, as well as his feet, and his head to the song in his head before he stops. his face is purple.*
i’m not very good.
Jack Maple 