I looked over my shoulder, genuinely convinced he was addressing another person.
Catching my reaction, he let out a gentle chuckle. “Nope, I’m absolutely talking to you.”
“That takes some guts,” I replied.
He angled his head slightly. “Are you staying out of sight in this corner?”
“Can it be considered hiding if the whole room is watching me?”
At that, his expression shifted entirely. It became gentler.
“Good point,” he acknowledged. Next, he extended his palm toward me. “Care to dance?”
I just looked at him blankly. “Jude, I am unable to.”
He gave a single nod.
“Alright,” he responded. “In that case, we will redefine how dancing works.”
A chuckle escaped me before I could stop it.
