Re: The Schoolboy/The Witch
It sounded nice: hearty, a little sweet, a little bitter. "I'll have to try to sneak that next time," he told her, and there was a grin that crept onto his lips. It was mischievous, promising that he could be fun, if given the opportunity.
Determination flared, and he repeated the left side as she'd done it, not perfectly, definitely more slowly, but with potential. "Face to face." The statement was almost instantaneous, and his cheeks were flushed pink.
He looked up, smiling, the hair that he'd pushed back earlier, seemed to have fallen down across his forehead, but he stepped in front of her, reaching over to take her other hand. It was all slow, a question in his eyes so she could correct him, if it wasn't the right thing, but it seemed right. It wasn't anything like waltzing, with all the pressure to make conversation that would interest a girl, and not to step on her toes, and not to get to close, and not to lead her straight into the couple behind you. This didn't have any of that, and she was smiling, obviously having some fun, and it meant he was too. "So right first?"