Any doubts or questions Valencia had about her admirer and his skill on the floor faded away within a minute of the opening notes. She found the charm and elegance from his letters in the warmth of his hand and the quick steps of his feet. Not even his choppy (and barely comprehensible) Spanish or the skepticism of her peers diminished the warmth blooming in her chest.
As the song ended, Valencia found herself anxious at the thought of parting from him. Would he seek her out again? Would the letters continue? There was little hope of hinting at another set, not when he barely understood her and Ignacio was already heading their way to intercept her.
And so, she nodded once and readily agreed, "Yes, I am already looking forward to it, Mister ..."
As the song ended, Valencia found herself anxious at the thought of parting from him. Would he seek her out again? Would the letters continue? There was little hope of hinting at another set, not when he barely understood her and Ignacio was already heading their way to intercept her.
And so, she nodded once and readily agreed, "Yes, I am already looking forward to it, Mister ..."