Snippet #2220122

Franki couldn't help but giggle. Her brothers would always give the same excuses when she needed a dance partner. They would brush her off, or push her over calling her weird, but this time, she moved boldly.

The brunette moved forward and grabbed Atomsk's hand, that was nervously scratching the back of his head. "You're actually just the right height for me." She stated. He wasn't actually. He was right when he said he was too tall, but she could work with it.

"Don't think," She stated looking up at him. His face was red, and she couldn't help but smile as she placed his hand on her waist, and one of her's on his chest. She could feel his heart racing and she quickly picked up on the beat.

"You're heart is your bass. Feel the rhythm flowing through you with every movement." She pulled his other hand from his pocket and held it in hers. "Don't think about proper form or etiquette, just feel the rhythm."

Her free hand remained pressed to his chest, so she could feel his changing heart beat. She instinctively started moving, leading him through a few steps. Her teachers always told her that anyone can dance, as long as they had a good leader.

Franki kept her eyes locked on his face, a habit from her lessons. Never look down, they always said. She could feel Atomsk stumble over his feet over now and then, but she smiled and uttered a few assurances. It was normal to mess up. No one was perfect.