Clove & Carlos
"I'm Clove," she replied, taking his hand with a reluctant smile. She didn't know this guy, didn't know if he'd put a knife in her back when she turned it or try and take her out from the front, but she could deal with it either way.
But for now? For now she would try and enjoy just dancing with him. If she could even dance -- because she really wasn't sure she could. Never let it because Clove Kentwell wouldn't give something a try, though.
"So... are you going to dance with every girl who's by herself or am I just that special?" she asked, arching an eyebrow.