NATH
I step out of the bathroom, towel draped around my neck, and stop short. Winter is pacing back and forth like a soldier about to march into battle.
"What is it?" I ask.
"I'm doomed," she blurts.
My brows knit. "Why do you say that?"
She waves the pamphlet at me as though it's her death warrant. "Tomorrow's competition is salsa dancing. Salsa, Nath! I can't dance to save my life. I'm going to bury us in front of the entire crowd."
I glance at the page, then back at her. "You think I'm any better? I'm not exactly a good dancer either. But…" I scratch the back of my neck. "I know a thing or two. And since I already agreed to do this with you, I'll put in my best. If you can't manage, just hold onto me and follow my lead."
Her face softens with relief. She actually
