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“Erikson.”.”
“Damien Erikson…Has a nice ring to it.”
“So does Grace Dawson.”
“Did I tell you my last name the other night?”
“Nope.” I don’t tell her that I can see her name written on the top of an envelope stuffed into her bag. “That required a little digging on my part.”
“I don’t know if that should make me feel special or stalked.”
“Pursued sounds so much better.”
She laughs. “Pursued. Yeah, it makes stalking sound romantic.”
“After you left the other night, I was asking about you. Gianna probably knows your blood type and your social security number, but she was no help.”
Grace’s smile fades. “Oh.”
And I should have known better than to mention the very same girl who ruined the other night.
Looking to change the subject, I ask, “So where does dancing fit into all this? I don’t know much about dance, but I’m assuming you have to be pretty hard core to get up on those pointe shoes.”
“You know they’re called pointe shoes, so you know more than you’re letting on.” Smiling, she looks me over, leaning back so she can take in my lower body. “But me thinks you’re too brawny to be a danseur.”
“Busted.” Easy to talk to, sharp and she’s got a cute sense of humor. Check off another few boxes in Grace’s favor. “My mother worked at Lincoln Center—”
Her eyes light up. “Lincoln Center? That’s amazing!”
“Whoa there, Nellie. ShecleanedLincoln Center, she wasn’t on the board of directors or anything.”
“Still…It’s such a magical place. I’ve been there a few times and I just love everything about it.”
“I got to see a few performances. I’d act like my mother was dragging me there when she was able to wrangle a few matinee tickets for the shows that weren’t sold out, but I enjoyed it.”
“What did you see?”
“I got to seeSerenade—”
“Oh, IloveBallanchine!”
“And I sawPharoah’s Daughter. I remember really liking that one.”
She nods. “It’s trippy.”
“Yeah. AndSwan Lakewas really good, too. My mother rarely got tickets to the big ones like that.”
“It’s everyone’s favorite for a reason.”
“What’s your favorite?”
She smiles like she’s remembering something good. “La Bayadère.”
“See, I don’t know so much. I’ve never heard of that one.”
She nods. “That would be a hard ticket to get. Always a sold-out performance at Lincoln Center, I’d imagine, no matter who was dancing the lead.”
“What’s it about?”
