Sally's smile grew as Harold bowed to her. "Well, I should hope you're flattered. I don't compliment just anyone, you know." Sally winked at him, finally enjoying herself.
Sally had realized where they were also, and though she did like dancing, dancing would present another glaring difference between liking girls rather than guys. When she would dance with a girl, she took the lead. Sally didn't know if she could follow, but she was hoping her natural instinct would take over as she nodded nervously and said, "Of, of course." Sally placed her hand in Harold's, allowing herself to be dragged out to the floor.