Sang lifted his hand.
The quartet started, and the first notes filled the ballroom so cleanly that Raizen forgot to breathe for a second.
Then reality hit him. And the white flames started dancing, too.
Saffi stood in front of him, waiting.
And Raizen had absolutely no idea what to do.
He didn't know how far to stand. He didn't know where his hands went. He didn't even know what his feet were supposed to look like. He just stood there, stiff, shoulders slightly raised.
The music continued anyway.
It didn't wait for him.
Saffi glanced up at his face, then down at his hands, then at his feet.
She took in a small breath through her nose, then she sighed.
All of a sudden, she grabbed his hand.
Quickly. Firmly. Surprisingly strong for someone who looked so small next to him right now. Her cheeks turned red immediately, but her grip didn't shake.
Raizen's eyes widened.
"Saffi -"
"Shh" she hissed, like she didn't want to admit she was nervous.
