As Nevaeh's gaze swept over Samuel's perfectly neat outfit, he maintained his calm, gentle expression. "What you wear doesn't matter," he said softly. "As long as you're happy."
He kept his hand extended toward her, patiently waiting for her response.
Samuel's persistence didn't surprise Nevaeh.
He had always been kind, lending her books, guiding her through her studies, helping her prepare for the upcoming medical innovation competition.
Remembering all his support, she decided not to refuse him again. Slowly, she reached out her hand, ready to accept his invitation to dance.
But just as her fingers brushed against Samuel's palm, another pair of strong hands snatched hers away.
"Perfect timing" a deep, confident voice interrupted. "I need a dance partner."
Nevaeh froze in shock. Her head snapped up and there he was. Cassius.
Before she could even react, he had already pulled her forward, leading her straight into the center of the dance floor.
The crowd erupted.
