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“You’re going to dance for me?”
“Use your listening ears. I saidweshould dance.” I handed my phone to him. “You pick something. I’m having a brain fart and can’t remember the name of a single song other than Baby Shark.”
“We’re definitely not playing that.” He tapped on the screen a few times. “How about this?”
The opening bars of “Back to December” by Taylor Swift came out of my phone speaker.
“Are you a Swiftie?” I looked between him and the phone.
“Of course. Taylor’s music got me through high school.”
“Another point for the perfect guy column.” I plucked the phone out of his hand and put it on the counter. “Now, show me your moves.”
“I haven’t danced with anyone since prom.”
“So you’re saying you don’t have any moves.”
“Not dance ones.”
“Well, you’re in luck because I’m a fabulous dancer. I’ll teach you to waltz.”
“Waltz? Isn’t that a bit advanced for a first lesson?”
“Nope. It’s not as hard as people think. It’s basically step, slide, step, slide. If you can remember the pattern, then you can waltz. Easy peasy.”
“That doesn’t sound very easy or peasy.” He tapped on my phone screen and stopped the music.
“I promise it’s way easier than it looks. You’ll get it in no time. Unless you’re like Aiden. Are you like Aiden?”
“How is Aiden?”
“He’s got two left feet and no balance. He’s dangerous when he tries to dance.”
“I’m not Aiden. I’m not good at it, but I’ve never caused anyone bodily harm.”
“Then you’ll be fine. Here. I’ll do your part so you can see it.” I moved beside him. “Watch my feet.”
Evan dropped his gaze.
“Now, it’s just step, slide. Step, slide,” I said as I demonstrated the steps. “Watch it again. Step, slide. Step, slide. Got it?”
He nodded, still staring intensely at my feet.
“Now step with me. We’ll go slow, and don’t worry if you mess up. You’re learning a new skill. You’resupposedto mess up.”
“How did you know I needed to hear that?”
“Because you’re a perfectionist workaholic who probably quits everything he’s not immediately good at,” I observed.
“You really do have my number.”
“You’re not as complicated as you seem to think you are. Now, focus on your feet and don’t count in your head. People always make the weirdest faces when they’re counting and it doesn’t help in the long run. Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.”
I led him through a few minutes of repeating the box step, guiding him through the turns, until he had it.
“Awesome. Now, do that, but no looking down.”
