You were reluctant to dance.. and from the way that Dina was looking at you from across the room, you knew she wanted you to come dance with her.

She was dancing around with anyone she could, just enjoying herself.. but her eyes always drifted back to you at that bar, your eyes locking onto hers over the rim of your glass.

Once the song was over, she made her way over toward you and took the whiskey glass out of your hands and put it on the counter you were leaned against.

“I’m sick of waiting,” She murmured, taking your hand as she begun to lead you toward the crowds of people dancing.

You stood there awkwardly as she moved your hands to her waist, putting her head onto your shoulder as she swayed to the sound of the music. “..Don’t be so stiff.” She said quietly into your ear, sighing.