When we were dancing apart he'd flash this smile that was becoming quite charming, and when we were dancing close he kept me smiling with a few bon mots.When we were dancing apart he'd flash this smile that was becoming quite charming, and when we were dancing close he kept me smiling with a few bon mots. I was soon laughing as he'd point out someone on the floor and give a complete description, based entirely on their appearance, as to where they lived, what they were here for (professionally AND otherwise), and what they were like at home. It was hilarious: he'd start talking about another person, then spin me around so I could see over his shoulder while from memory alone he spun this incredible web of fact and fantasy that fit like a wet T-shirt. And he moved so gracefully, I could feel through his jacket he was fit without being rough; he was certainly easy going enough. When we took a break I got these sly, "I told you so" glances from my friends. What could I say, they had me! When I explained it to LK, he sort of smiled, and said he'd come to the dance just to see if he could meet me, and I did feel flattered. When we were back on the floor, I told him I had to be back reviewing preparations early the next morning. It wasn't late, but I was really enjoying this and I'd let it GET late if I didn't extract soon. LK sort of frowned, but let it go at that. He said he could tell I was tense and tired, more relaxed than an hour ago, but still tense and tired. Well, thanks a lot, guy (but it was all true)! He'd say goodnight, then. |