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Eliab memerized the steps well enough. He always could do some things by seeing them demonstrated in front of him, which was how he learned the pitches he used in baseball, in addition to how to play a guitar. When the pink-haired girl gave a light smile, the yankie cheered up a little bit. He hated seeing anyone in an awkward situation, or anything of the sort. Of course, he still had a beef with the tall, flirtatious boy that was dancing with Kat, but it was always great to make new friends.

"Ah, I'm Sasha. It's nice to meet you, Eliab."

"Feeling's mutual." Right when he said that, Eliab noticed Roland messing with Katherine's hair. That creep... Why does she tolerate that from him when they had only met today? What does she see in him? Even with the anger at Roland building inside, he maintained his calm demeanor, not an inch of his face betraying that facade. He decided to keep his mind occupied with conversation and the waltz practice, if only to keep from showing anger towards the black-haired boy.

"Well, Sasha, I'll bet you noticed a bit of how impulsive my sister, Rebecca, can be, when you talked to her during lunch." Eliab's laugh was truthfully genuine at the thought of it. "Trust me, she can be very instinctive. Mischevious, too."