Sasha chuckled at his response. "No, we don't have to. At least not right now. Maybe one day you can come to my house, and I'll cook for you. And you can pass me the salt and help out and such... if you want." She smiled. It was only then that she realized they were still holding hands. She didn't want to let go, and she hoped he didn't mind.
"What do you want to do now?" She could have danced for three more hours straight. Her stamina was ridiculous from always pushing herself while doing sports and dealing with her allergies. "We don't have to dance if you don't want to. Maybe we can watch a movie or just hang out." What did people usually do when they "hung out" anyway?