Mal & Sorin
"Oh," Mal said as he spotted the photobooth where Sorin was pointing. Then his hand was grabbed and he was pulled along. "Uh, okay." He smirked. Apparently, he'd get a photo taken with Sorin, but he'd have to bring Kat back for one too. Or five.
"Well," he started to explain along the way. "Back home I'm considered a mega-dork and the last time I asked a girl to a dance she laughed in my face." He almost bumped into Sorin when he stopped abruptly and noticed he was more than a little distracted. "Then there's the whole I can't dance thing. Because I have two left feet. Literally." He was going to keep rambling. "Makes buying shoes really difficult but at least all my socks match.
Mal followed Sorin's line of sight, but didn't understand what the deal was. He gave Sorin a smile when he snapped back to the here and now. "Nothing important. You okay?"