A slower song begins to play, drawing a few more couples onto the dance floor beneath the warm gold light of the hall.
Dan glances towards the dance floor, then back at me.
My brain stalls a little, because I am entirely unprepared for this.
"Well," he says, straightening slightly, "I feel like I should ask. For form's sake, if nothing else."
"For form's sake?" I ask with a light smile.
"Yes. So when you inevitably tell your friends about the perfectly decent human guy you met tonight, you can at least say he had the courage to ask you to dance."
I let out a proper laugh, and some of the tension leaves me.
"You have modest ambition," I say, still smiling.
"I like to keep things achievable."
I set my glass down on the nearest table, and then I turn to him.
"Alright, then. Let's do
