by derision » Wed Dec 14, 2016 2:54 pm
A hopeful dance is one way to describe it, as you see her blushing, gripping the red, red rose. The other couples chatted softly in the background, yet that was all they were: the background. You approach, heart in your throat, blood rushing to your cheeks. It darkens, and the spotlight is on you both. "Would you like this dance?"