Lyanna
"Would you like to dance with me?"
Louis hesitates for a while, probably trying to process my words. His eyes flicker with what seems like surprise.
Come on man, agree before Lucien gets here!
"I'm.. I'm not a very good dancer," he scratches his neck.
I just pull him towards the dance floor, "Oh, I'm not a good dancer myself, we'd navigate it."
I peek out of the corner of my eyes to see Lucien's reaction. Unfortunately, I can't quite see him from my angle, because I don't want to make it so obvious that I'm actually staring at him.
"Are you sure about this miss?" He asks again when we come to a stop.
"You can just call me Lyanna," I wrap my hands around his neck, "That's just fine."
"Alright then, Lyanna," he snakes his hands around my waist.
Step one already in motion, make sure Lucien notices.
The music shifts into a slower, almost romantic tone. Louis and I begin to sway our bodies to the slow beats.
