There was freestyle dance in the streets, people bustling as dancers stepped in and danced whenever a familiar tune played. As the next song rolled in, you went to the center to dance. No one dared to step in, but that part needed two people. Then a male suddenly joined in and effortlessly danced with you.

Scaramouche rolled his body, in sync with yours as he danced the choreography with you. "You're pretty good at this," He whispered quietly.