Ford hadn't felt a chill, but he was hardly going to call her out on what might just as easily have been a genuine sentiment as a dodge. It wasn't as though he had any rights to press her for details on anything, given how superficially they were acquainted. In any case, the dance ending was a welcome distraction. He reached out to take her empty champagne glass and then cast around for a likely place to deposit them both in preparation for taking the floor.
"Well, this is sure to warm you up," he bantered. "A lot of spinning and skipping was your judgement of it, if I remember right." The phrase had stuck in his mind because of how earnest she was in her description; a step removed from the typical demure, all of my opinions are pleasant ones demeanor that debutantes often affected at these sorts of events. Spinning and skipping or not, it would likely leave both of them with some color in their cheeks by the end of the song. Having dropped off the champagne flutes on the tray of a passing waiter, Ford offered his arm to Miss Chang. "Shall we?"
"Well, this is sure to warm you up," he bantered. "A lot of spinning and skipping was your judgement of it, if I remember right." The phrase had stuck in his mind because of how earnest she was in her description; a step removed from the typical demure, all of my opinions are pleasant ones demeanor that debutantes often affected at these sorts of events. Spinning and skipping or not, it would likely leave both of them with some color in their cheeks by the end of the song. Having dropped off the champagne flutes on the tray of a passing waiter, Ford offered his arm to Miss Chang. "Shall we?"
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