As a class, we head to the gym, where an old CD player has been set up on a small table in the corner. After fifteen minutes of instruction and demonstration, Senorita Guzman says, "Ahora tu intenta." Now you try.
I step up to Isabelle and hold my arms in the proper frame position. "Ready?"
"Ah-ah." Senorita Guzman tsks. "Espanol."
Isabelle hesitates a moment before placing her hand in mine. When Senorita Guzman walks away, Isabelle whispers, "I can't believe we have to do this."
"Is the thought of dancing with me that repulsive?" I place my other hand on her waist, and she puts hers on my shoulder. She's close enough that I can count the freckles on her face.
"No, but I can't promise I won't hurt you." She frowns. "I have no rhythm at all."
"Don't worry. I have enough for both
