Emaline
We arrived in front of a building that at first glance looked like a residential one, but when I looked around I noticed a small tab that said: Dance with Mr. Pars
I was surprised when I realized that he had taken me to a dance class.
"You dance?"
"Nope. Don't you remember? That's why we talked about dancing lessons. I decided it would be fun if our first lesson was on our first date."
I made a face to show him my embarrassment, and he laughed.
"Oh, come on, Em. It can't be that bad."
My frown deepened and he laughed out loud.
"Ok, so what style did you choose?"
"Salsa."
I was sure the horror I felt was written on my face.
"Oh, God! You did not?!"
The guilt in his eyes proved me wrong and I sighed.
"I didn't think about it thoroughly…" He grinned and I punched him
