She hadn’t wanted to go to this stupid gala anyway, but since she had to be here regardless, she figured she might as well enjoy herself.

She quickly got lost in the music of the gala, allowing herself to dance with friend after friend, a conversation only conveyed by pleasant harmonies and smooth legatos. To say that she’d been selective with whom she allowed herself to dance was a bit of an understatement - she’s pretty sure she’d been dancing with Stephanie for at least 5 songs.

And then Stephanie sees Tim and allows herself to be passed off to dance with him instead. Cassandra’s eyebrows raise as she makes a muted sound of shock, but she doesn’t have time to dwell on it long before she’s swept up in the now raging tides of dance.

She nearly collides with a stranger - nearly collides with you - as she tries to regain her footing and return to the rhythm. “Sorry,” she whispers meekly. As if this stupid dance couldn’t get any worse, now she has to dance with a complete and utter stranger and make small talk. Ugh.