Re: 8:55pm, on the dance floor (Kami, Jack)
"So it is." Jack's response was equally flat as he looked down at her. He'd won... but for a victory, it sure felt hollow. Her stiff posture and quiet fury made the distance between them seem more a gulf than an arm's length. But then he shouldn't have expected anything else.
Still, he'd gotten what he wanted: a dance with Kami, a chance to actually talk to her in a situation where she'd have to listen.
Never taking his eyes off of her, Jack removed his hat and tossed it aside. He slid his hand around her waist, positioning himself close enough to her to talk but not forcing his body against hers; she obediently placed her hand on his shoulder, her fingers barely touching him, making them look like they were at a church social. He then led her into the dance, moving slowly around their corner of the floor.
"I hope you're enjoying your birthday," he said after a few moments. "You've been the belle of the ball, it seems."