"Nothing happened. I just want to dance with you. Will you do me the honors?" Kendrick's voice cut through the music, and surprise flickered in my eyes.
"Dance?" I questioned, feeling strange about his request.
Kendrick extended his hand towards me, his expression earnest. Reluctantly, I placed my hand in his, allowing him to lead me onto the dance floor.
I didn't want to dance with him, but I also didn't want to create a scene.
As we began to dance, I couldn't shake the feeling of discomfort that settled over me. Why had Kendrick wanted to dance with me?
"You look lovely," Kendrick commented as we moved with the music. "Your mask is stunning."
"Thank you." I tried to hide the shiver that went through me at Kendrick's compliment. I wasn't sure why he was being nice
