Hanna allowed herself to be removed from the puddle, still gaping like a fish. "Air!" she said, latching onto the last thing that Dempsey had said. "I love air." Then she would at least no longer be embarrassing in super public — leaving the ballroom would get her some amount of privacy.

She was going to have to tell Ezra about this, specifically if she wanted to leave early — it felt particularly dire to admit to him that she was continuing to fail.