[There's a part of him that wants to close the gap between them entirely, that wants to scoop her up into his arms and kiss her, although he has no idea where that desire has suddenly sprung from. Of course, of course she's beautiful, he'd be an idiot not to recognize that, but it's something in her demeanor, too. Something... sad? Or maybe he's just reading into it too much, imposing his own story on her.
But instead of doing that, which would certainly be one of those things he absolutely shouldn't do, he simply steps a little closer, buoyed by the fact that she's not telling him to go, and holds out a hand to her.]
You wanna dance again?
[It's not the most eloquent way of phrasing it, and it might not be what she's expecting, either, but it is straightforward, and straightforwardness is something she's likely come to expect from him.
He hopes it makes him seem like less of a threat. If, indeed, she'd been seeing him as one at all. She hadn't asked him to leave. He keeps reminding himself of that. If she'd really wanted him to go, she would have said so, wouldn't she?
He won't think on why it might matter to him so much what this stranger might think, nor the fact that he's offering to dance with her when the music playing inside is barely audible. It would be hard to distinguish what type of dance it's meant to be, much less what the actual tune or pace is, but yet he's asking.]
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But instead of doing that, which would certainly be one of those things he absolutely shouldn't do, he simply steps a little closer, buoyed by the fact that she's not telling him to go, and holds out a hand to her.]
You wanna dance again?
[It's not the most eloquent way of phrasing it, and it might not be what she's expecting, either, but it is straightforward, and straightforwardness is something she's likely come to expect from him.
He hopes it makes him seem like less of a threat. If, indeed, she'd been seeing him as one at all. She hadn't asked him to leave. He keeps reminding himself of that. If she'd really wanted him to go, she would have said so, wouldn't she?
He won't think on why it might matter to him so much what this stranger might think, nor the fact that he's offering to dance with her when the music playing inside is barely audible. It would be hard to distinguish what type of dance it's meant to be, much less what the actual tune or pace is, but yet he's asking.]