Misguided Steps

radio ✮

They left muddy puddles on each step all the way to Luca's apartment. They varied in sizes, a set of small, medium and large footprints all leading to the same point.

"Here, these might fit." Luca said from his bedroom, pulling out a draw and chucking a shirt and sweatpants to Finley who stood shaking and still dripping in the doorframe. Arya was busy in the kitchen trying to turn up the soft music from Luca's radio.

Her hair was leaving droplets on the floor but she didn't pay any attention to that fact. She acted as if she was completely dry and normal, not a care in the world.

"Arya." Luca called out, watching her analyse the knobs and buttons, trying to figure them out. Her head twitched in the direction of his voice, recognising that he spoke, but not doing anything about it.

"Shhh, how do you turn it up?" She commanded not looking up. Finley took his bedroom to change so Luca grabbed the biggest shirt he had and walked into the kitchen finding Arya intensely straining her ears and fiddling with the radio.

"Take this." He put the shirt into her blue fingertips then reached over and turned the knob on the side, the volume increasing. "Change." He ordered, pointing in the general direction of the bathroom.

She shook her head, smiling softly. Arya placed the shirt on the bench and took a few steps back into the open space, only to grab Luca's hands and place them on her hips, her arms reaching up to link around his neck.

He coughed awkwardly, blushing. "I- I don't know how to dance." He mumbled trying to escape, but she had a strong hold on him. She started mumbling the words under her breath, smiling up at Luca as she did. He tried to guide her around the kitchen, but kept fumbling his feet around, almost stepping on her toes, twice.

"She's walking on eggshells,
And when push comes to shove
Are you full of belonging
But not full of love." She mutters, closing her eyes as he poorly guided her across the tiles.

"You're not even doing it right." A voice spoke from the kitchen doorframe. Finley stood in Luca's sweatpants and graphic tee, his hair wet and covering his eyes. He stepped forwards, a hand raking his hair back to reveal hazel eyes.

"Let me." Finley spoke and for a second Luca's heart dropped, expecting him to take Arya from him, but instead her hands slipped off of his shoulders ...and another pair was set onto his waist.

Luca hesitantly lifted his arms up to Finley's shoulders as he began to guided him across the floor. Arya disappeared smiling, grabbing her shirt off the bench to change.

"Watch me." He spoke, and Luca did. Just not his feet. Instead, he looked into his brilliant eyes that were concentrated on their footwork, correcting the misguided steps.