“Whoops- I’m sorry.”

Ike had stepped on your foot for the hundredth time, and he wouldn’t stop apologizing. He had been assigned as your dance partner for one of the songs of the play your school was putting on. And it wasn’t very ideal.

Don’t get me wrong, you were over joyed that your partner was Ike of all people, but he was also a terrible dancer.

Ike steps back after the music stops, his brow furrowed and eyes looking down at you. “I’m bad, I know..” he mutters.