The musicians begin to play a soft melody, and it's the perfect occasion.
I ask with a smile, "Would you like to dance?"
She nods, and without hesitation, I take her hand and guide her to the center of the dance floor. We move slowly to the rhythm of the music, and I enjoy the feeling of her body close to mine. I subtly pulled her a little closer, waiting for her reaction. It doesn't seem to bother her, but when I lower my face to look at her, I notice a slight blush on her cheeks and an expression of shyness.
"Are you alright, Michelle?" I ask softly.
She immediately shakes her head, but her voice betrays a slight nervousness.
"I think it's a bit warm," she says, and her little excuse is as charming to me as she is.
I smile at her, delighting in her sweetness.
"Without a doubt, you
