𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ♥

slow dance

"alriiiiight!" the dj spoke loudly through his microphone. "we're gonna slow it down a bit now."

weddings were nice, everyone always so happy, and to a point, so was i. but they also made me realize how painfully single i was. still, i never went over with the other single women to catch the bouquet being thrown. before that announcement, the music was all fast upbeat songs i barely knew, and nearly everyone but myself was on the dance floor moving, grinding, or popping something or another. i was mentally preparing to see all the couples slow dance, and getting ready to wallow in my jealousy.

"for this song," the dj went on, "at request of the bride and groom, everybody is to find a partner and dance."

my eyes widened and fell to the ground, hoping to make eye contact with no one, as i decided if i could move fast enough out of the room without being noticed. there was no way i could dance with somebody. there was no way i could dance in general.

couples were already on the floor in their dancing positions, and a few others who didn't come with a +1 were wandering around looking. as everyone else found their partners and the lights grew dimmer, i stood from my table slowly, staring straight at the room's exit to rush off to the bathroom. a song i recognized as 'wonderful tonight' by eric clapton started playing, and it almost made me stop.

a boy stood by the door frame watching the dance floor alone, obviously trying to do that same thing i was. he wore an open light blue button up over a plain white tee shirt, and had his arms crossed, leaning against the wall. i approached carefully trying not to catch his attention, but failed. his brown eyes met mine, and his eyebrows went up ever so slightly. i figured it was because there was something on my face, or he thought i looked ridiculous. i didn't see anything wrong with my outfit, but the dark-eyed boy continued staring.

"excuse me," i nervously attempted to slide past.

"wait," he called after me, making me stop beside him. "you aren't gonna go out and dance with somebody?" he gave a weak smile, but as small as it was, i unfortunately found it kind of adorable.

pushing the thoughts out of my mind, i muttered, "uh, no. not much of a dancer. no one to do it with anyway."

the light-haired boy seemed somehow happier, then, and held his hand out for me to shake, "kit walker, and now you have someone to dance with."

i'd already been shaking his hand before he finished the sentence, but i realized what was going on as he began to pull me to the dance floor.

"oh, um, n-no i, kit i really can't-"

"i'm sure you'll do fine, c'mon, hand on my shoulder," he instructed, smiling happily at me.

it wasn't forceful, and i did find him attractive, but the faith i had in myself was very little. reluctantly, i did as kit said, and prepared to embarrass myself. his right hand was holding my left, my other hand was on his shoulder, and his left hand rested on my hip. surprisingly, it didn't feel as awkward as you'd think, just a bit of heat in my cheeks, and we started moving.

"there you go," he encouraged. "you're doing fine."

when i didn't respond, kit cleared his throat before asking, "well are you good at telling people your name?"

"elena," i mumbled, staring down at my clumsy feet. i was purposely keeping a curtain of hair covering my eyes, but kit's were soon peeking under it.

"will you ever look up?" he all but giggled. "you should, you have nice eyes."

i did look up as he said that, hoping he wouldn't see my red cheeks, and smiled at him.

just as i did, i of course stepped on his foot, "oops, oh no, i-i'm really sorry i didn't-"