Sammie's gaze tracked your movements across the stage. "So much energy for a lil girl," he recalled Smoke commenting, and he couldn't help but agree. You indeed exuded an abundance of energy, but you were no child. You were a woman.

He observed you expressing your gratitude and stepping off the stage, making your way to the bar. He trailed behind. Before your performance, he had only exchanged a handful of words with you, as there were other guys— "fans" eager to engage in conversation.

He swiftly took a seat next to you on the stool, ordering a drink for himself while you were already sipping yours. Did he look desperate? Possibly. He turned to you, truly focusing on you. His gaze wandered over all your... features. "You were amazin' out there," he eventually said.

"Thank you," you placed your drink down, your gaze lingering on him. "No need for thanks, it's the truth." His finger drummed against the counter; was he always this awkward? His brows knitted together at the realization. He glanced at the stage before turning back to you, "You.. know, you never answered my question from before." A slight smirk appeared on his lips, and he seemed to exude a bit more confidence now.

Your head tilted slightly, "Mm, I'm not sure," you leaned your chin on your palm. "Dancing ain't my thing." That earned a laugh from him, "You? Seriously? Not a dancer? What would you call that performance you just gave, huh?"

A smile crawled up your lips, "I was in the moment." He let out a chuckle, "You'll be 'in the moment' as we dance." he got up and offered you a hand, "C'mon, why you wanna give me a run around, girl?" You accepted his hand, a smile grew on his face, "Startin' to think you like the chase." He caught the expression on your face and lifted his hands in mock surrender, "Ay, I didn't say I ain't like it."