It really wasn't often that someone, anyone, could silence Tuni in the way Mr. Bixby had just done. Typically, she would have simply continued on talking until her point had been made. That was just who she was. But there was a longing part of her that wanted the moment of simplicity they were sharing. Just one dance. That was all. Perhaps it was all it would take. So instead of prattling on with everything, she simply nodded as he took her other hand. She lost herself in that moment then, in the feel of his gentle yet guiding hands. He certainly knew how to dance and how to move them both about gracefully despite the fact it wasn't a typical dance and instead a fun and carefree one in the middle of the street. It caused her to smile widely, a beaming sort of smile of true happiness, very much like the one she'd been wearing throughout most of the day with her family. And though he has said just one dance, she found herself hoping it wouldn't end or that perhaps one would turn into many. In that moment, she didn't really care either way.

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