Without giving me a chance to object, he pushed my chair straight into the middle of the room.
My body tensed up. “Everyone is watching.”
“They were doing that anyway.”
“That is not making me feel better.”
“It works for me,” he mentioned. “It makes me feel like I’m not interrupting.”
He grabbed my hands. He swayed along with my movements rather than just circling me. He rotated the chair around, first at a calm pace, and then quicker once he realized I was no longer afraid. He flashed a big smile as if we were pulling off a heist.
“Just so you know,” I whispered, “this is completely crazy.”
“Just so you know, you are actually grinning.”
Once the music faded out, he navigated me back to where I was sitting.
I questioned him, “What made you do all this?”
He lifted his shoulders, though the gesture carried a hint of anxiety.
