Our Last Dance

3.

"So, Stevie..." Shelly trailed after, following the woman into her office.

"Yes, ma'am?" the blonde glanced over her shoulder as she grabbed her bottle of water. Drinking from the metal thermos, she waited for the girl to speak.

"After my wedding and everything---I was wondering what kind of classes you have... I really like this and I'd love to learn some ballet. Seems like a good distressor."

"Y'know, it's so strenuous that it relaxes the body," she nodded, setting her cup aside.

"Yeah, I really love it---" she agreed, kind of hugging herself out of nerves.

She absolutely adored Stevie thus far and she wanted to spend as much time with her as she could. However because she was so struck by the blonde dancer, she was nervous and shy to talk to her more in depth and she felt she sounded very flat.

"Well, I know your wedding's gonna be here---but how do you plan on attending these lessons when you live in California?" she started going through papers and schedules---listening to every word as she multitasked.

"I think I'm planning on moving back here. My dad's here and I feel closer to home this way. Maybe after, I would move back, but..." she stopped. "I'd have to chat with Leo about it, but he's very willing."

"It can be very difficult," Stevie acknowledged. "So, my love, I think you'd want to take this class," she handed her a small flyer. "I think this best fits what you want. This is just modern dance---ballet, of course and it is very detailed. What I mean by that is, we will do other things but you get the indepth of ballet."

"Cool," she nodded---skimming the paper.

"Mhmm," she hummed---taking a seat in her chair, crossing one leg over the other. "Well, beyond that... This is a good beginning class."

"What about other dancing?" she removed the paper from her line of vision, looking at the woman. "Such as, what we just did..." she gestured.

"Well, the truth is, I haven't done that in a while, hence why my teaching wasn't as smooth in the beginning," she turned a little, her hands gripping the material of her skirt slightly. "When my husband died, I stopped dancing for a long time and last year, I barely got into it again for myself. I still taught, but didn't dance at home like I normally would. And beyond that, I haven't taught any couples' classes at all."

The girl pursed her lips a little, never planning on opening a piece of the past for her.

"I'll tell ya what," the blonde then mentioned. "If you enjoy the first class, then I will consider private lessons... By the looks of it, I think you would prefer that either way. If you still want to take more dance after the first ballet. How's that sound?"

"Great," she kind of chuckled. "Thank you so much and thanks so much for helping me with the wedding, anyway."

"It's no problem---" she shook her head. "I really had a ball with you guys," she grinned.

"I'm glad---I'm also surprised because my dad seemed to have a good time and usually, he makes fun of me," she smirked.

"He's your father, he's supposed to do that," she assured with a nod. "You guys are very sweet and I enjoyed having you today."

"Thanks, I loved being here, too. I was so scared about it because I had an actual dance teacher in high school and she was mean."

Stevie kind of chuckled, trying to refrain from nodding because she knew all too well that teachers working for a school district loved their craft but not their job because they felt like they could've done better.