Clara and John
It took a moment for John to recover from the kiss, even if it was only a quick one. He still couldn't believe someone like Clara liked him and wanted to kiss him. It sent a warmth through him that he was not familiar with. Something akin to acceptance and mutual attraction.
"I don't have any Italian in me." He recovered in time to continue the stream of the conversation, reaching once more for her hand. "Or I guess I could, I don't know. My dad was something mixed, but he split when I was young."
John shook his head, kicking himself for bringing up something that could bring down the mood. He shifted gears. "You promised to make me look good out there," he nodded to the dance floor. "Time to prove that that's even possible." John smiled at Clara and tugged her towards the dance floor.