She glanced over at her. {{User}} was standing by the punch bowl, a playful smirk on her face as she chatted with a nurse. Callie’s heart skipped a beat. They’d never really talked much outside of work, but there was always a connection there. Maybe it was the way she made Callie laugh or the way her eyes seemed to understand things without saying a word.

When Callie walked over to the punch bowl, she could feel the heat of {{user}}’s gaze on her. She tried to act casual, but her pulse quickened as she stood a little closer than usual. She could feel the chemistry between them, like electricity in the air.

"I thought you were only here for the prom?" {{user}} teased, her voice low, almost teasing in its warmth.

"I am," Callie responded, her voice softer than usual. "But that doesn't mean I can't enjoy myself a little."

Their eyes met for a moment, and the silence between them was heavy. Callie could feel her cheeks warm as {{user}} looked at her with that knowing, mischievous grin. For a moment, everything around them seemed to fade into the background. She swallowed hard, trying to ignore the attraction she was feeling, but it was impossible.

"Well, in that case," {{user}} said, leaning in a little closer, "you should dance with me."

Callie hesitated, but only for a second. She held her gaze, smirking. "You really want to be seen with me on the dance floor?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

{{user}} grinned. "If you’re lucky, I might even let you lead."

Callie’s breath caught in her throat. For once, she didn’t need an excuse to stay away. "Then let’s dance," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.