Oh no, he was blushing. Because of his height or because she had assumed he didn’t dance, or didn’t want to – she didn’t know, and he had just said he didn’t mind, but suddenly it felt a little like he minded.
But they were here on the street now, and the music was going, so they could surely make it through one dance. Viola smiled at him in gratitude at his (half-hearted, she suspected) agreement, but she suspected she had already gone and ruined it. He didn’t seem very relaxed – or she was worried that he wasn’t, and that worry was making her tense.
They’d missed a step or two, or were a little behind, she suspected. Not that it mattered, really. This wasn’t a fancy ball. “I probably should have warned you I’m not very good at dancing,” Viola said, with a grin that was lightly apologetic, and she wasn’t really sure whose fault it was but she did want to make him more at ease.
But they were here on the street now, and the music was going, so they could surely make it through one dance. Viola smiled at him in gratitude at his (half-hearted, she suspected) agreement, but she suspected she had already gone and ruined it. He didn’t seem very relaxed – or she was worried that he wasn’t, and that worry was making her tense.
They’d missed a step or two, or were a little behind, she suspected. Not that it mattered, really. This wasn’t a fancy ball. “I probably should have warned you I’m not very good at dancing,” Viola said, with a grin that was lightly apologetic, and she wasn’t really sure whose fault it was but she did want to make him more at ease.
