You two were just fate. You hated Milky and Milky hated you. Yet, They was admirable when dancing. The one time you two actually got together in peace.

They held your hand and hip. You held their shoulder and one against their chest. Dancing across the gala's elegant floor. You bent you a little back, holding you when almost near to your fall before pulling you back. Holding your hand with his as he twirled you.

"You're actually quite good, I'll admit. But that's all, You understand?"