"Everyone has moves. They just choose not to show them off for fear of embarrassment," she insisted. "But don't worry. I don't plan on forcing you to enter a dance contest any time soon." Maybe one of the formals (or junior prom!) next year, though, if things kept going so well.
"Hey. It's a book bag. It's made for carrying large volumes of... stuff." She handed over the articles in a manilla folder, and then finally managed to dig out the picture. "Here it is." She dusted it off a little, before passing it to him. "I like it."