Clara and John
Clara took his hand. "I'm sorry about your dad." She murmured. That wasn't really a dad in her mind. Real dads were there for their children. Her fathers had always been around, even though they hadn't all lived together. "You should visit me in the summer sometime. You can meet my parents." Her dads would be dad-ish with him, making silly jokes and offering advice.
"It is more than possible. It's guaranteed." Clara followed his lead to the dance floor. "Because you already look good." She took the hand he was holding and guided it to her waist, making sure his fingers made contact with the gap between her crop top and skirt. "We can start simple." She draped her arms around his shoulders. "Just sway with me."