About that time a slow song came through the giant speakers lining the club walls. “Would you like to dance?” He asked me nervously. “Oh, um, no thank you.” I said with my head down, hoping he wouldn’t catch yet again another blush. “Oh ok.” He said quietly. It was silent for a second before he started talking again. “Is there a certain reason you don’t want to dance?” “Um, I kind of, sort of, don’t know how.” I was expecting him to laugh in my face like many had before and take off. This time though when I looked up he was gently smiling at me and holding his hand out. “If you don’t know how then I guess it’s up to me to teach you.” I hesitated for a second before taking his hand. He led me to the dance floor and I put my hands on his shoulders while he placed his on my hips. “Okay, now we’re pretty much just going to sway back and forth. Just relax and listen to the music.” He told me. I stepped on his foot a couple times. I blushed like a mad man and apologized; a lot. He just smiled and told me it was fine and we continued to dance.