"Fine. Who's afraid of a little dancing? Not me," Rex said, puffing out his chest like he was heading to a duel instead of a waltz.
"Good," Monica grinned, eyes sparkling. "Because you'd look really lame standing there like a decorative plant while everyone else floats around."
"Wow. A plant, huh? You really know how to motivate a guy," he groaned dramatically, but didn't resist as she tugged him toward the dance floor.
The music swelled, wrapping around them as they reached the edge of the floor. Couples were already spinning and gliding in perfect harmony, their steps polished and effortless. Some were less graceful, hesitating on turns or moving slightly offbeat, but nobody seemed to care. This was about enjoying the moment. Still, when Rex and Monica stepped into the space, more than a few heads turned.
