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Ficday 4: "You noticed me standing off to the side instead of dancing, and I told you that I can't dance but you just gave me the flirtiest smile and said that you'd teach me, and who am I to refuse"

He might not be an expert, but he does notice the beat of the song the DJ is currently playing is different from the one of the last ten songs. As soon as the tune changes, so do the movements of the people on the dance floor. They'd been doing some dance with a lot of feet movement (he's not sure, but it might have been salsa), but as soon as the first few seconds of this new song are heard, they form in lines, all of them doing the same: sliding to the sides and turning in unison.

This is not the first time he goes to a celebration with Latin music; he's lived in Spain and currently lives in Argentina, and he's always been the kind of guy to never miss a party. Still, he never got the hang of all the different kinds of music and dance, he just knows they sound different from each other. Here, he feels like a fish out of water.

Matteo is lucky Mariana, the event's host, is a friend of his mom's, his dad would have never agreed to pay for his ticket to Cancún otherwise. He's been doing different gigs and odd jobs to pay for his music composition degree since his dad refused to pay for his education if he wasn't going to study political science. His mom apparently had told her Mexican friend that he was a great singer, and Mariana had given him a call last week to invite him to perform at her daughter's quinceañera party in Cancún. The pay was good, and he was offered to stay with her family so he wouldn't have to worry about a hotel or paying for his food. It seemed like a great opportunity, and since his father wanted to keep up the appearance that he supported his son in all his endeavors, he was able to take it.

He was asked to sing a ballad for the birthday girl to dance with her father and a few of her male relatives, as well as a few other slow songs for an hour while the food was served and people ate. Mariana came to praise his performance after he finished his set and finally got to eat, and told him to go ahead and have fun at the party. That is why he now finds himself standing in a corner with his hands in his pockets, watching the people around him and completely disregarding Mariana's request.

He entertains himself watching people dance, one girl in specific, if he's being honest with himself. He'd seen her earlier, serving the food along with a woman who looked old enough to be her mother. The older woman wore chef's attire, but this girl wears a simple white dress with a hem short enough that it falls a little above her knees. The girl may not be fooling anyone about her height, even with her high heels, but, boy, does she have great legs.

He'd seen her talking to Marianna earlier, just after they finished serving the food. He suspects that the hostess gave her the same talk as she did to him, about having fun at the party, because she hasn't left the dance floor since.

The mysterious beauty is a whirlwind of movement, her wavy hair swaying all around as she enthusiastically dances to every song. He's seen her dance with everyone, from the birthday girl to the quinceañera's grandfather; every single person at the party seems besotted by her natural charm and cheerfulness.

Right now, she's dancing the Macarena, leading the front line, while turning to laugh with the quinceañera's aunt every so often.

Her movements are more fluid than the rest's, her hips swaying with the beat as she moves her arms in the pattern of the dance. She really is a sight to behold.

He's staring into his drink, taking a break from his people-watching, when he hears the telltale clicking of high hell coming his way. He lifts up his head, his gaze meeting the most brilliant green eyes he's ever seen. The mystery girl stands closely in front of him, almost too close. She shoots him a dazzling smile that he can't help but return. "Hey! Sorry to bother you, but I saw you sulking here and my conscience wouldn't leave me be if I didn't come over to make sure you actually had fun. It's a party after all, right?"