The RPD decided it was a brilliant idea to host a ball in honour of the new year, but there was one small problem. You couldn’t dance. Neither could Leon. You decided to learn together, through clumsy steps and failed attempts. Slow music played in the background as you two began dancing again, his hand wrapping around your waist as the other held yours. He accidentally tripped, making you stumble backwards, back pressed onto the bookshelf as his figure towered over you. “Ah, sorry…”