"Yes," she said after a moment, watching his feet carefully as he moved. "Why do they call it the foxtrot, do you think? I've never seen a real fox but I imagine they don't go around dancing," she mused, pulling off her flats. Her toenails were sparkly purple, and she positioned herself the way he'd first shown her, shoulders back.
"I love when my mother would have on the old movies, the really old ones I mean, where one of the old starlets would go dancing with the handsome lead guy. It always seemed so glamorous."