She stays through his practice, watching him dance. He was good, better than she had expected. The music seemed to move to his body rather than his body to the music.
When the practice is over, he comes over to her, sweat dripping from his temples.
"Do you like chicken?"
"Yes..."
"Good, there's a place nearby that I like."
"But I--"
"I'll drop you off at home afterwards."
"Promise?"
"Sure."
