She looked down at her skirt feeling a little embarrassed that she was more dressed up than he was. "Thanks," she said, her cheeks tinging a light pink. She closed the door and followed him to her room. It was, in fact, where they were headed. She wasn't going to dance around the living room while her mom was home. What if she walked in? Not that her mom ever cared about anything she did, but it would still be awkward.
"I'm doing okay. A little tired." She'd danced all night, after all. "How about you?" When they reached her room, she sat down on her bed and sighed, looking up at him. Katie had even cleaned.