Vi hesitated for a moment, then reached out with a half-smile. “I’m warning you now—this is gonna be bad.” She didn't dance.

You took her hand without hesitation. “I’m not expecting a performance.”

She chuckled, a little nervous. “Good, ‘cause I’m about to trip on your feet.” But when the music started, her usual confidence came back, and despite the awkwardness, there was something oddly intimate about the moment.

She took the first awkward step, almost tripping over her own feet, but when she caught your amused expression, she straightened up.

As the music played on, she pulled you a bit closer, her rough fingers brushing lightly against your back. “This is stupid,” she muttered, but the grin on her face told you otherwise.