"Come. Dance with me."
"No thanks. You know I don't do dancing."
"I don't believe that, you know. You're the coolest person in this place. How could you not dance?"
And so he stood, not dancing, coolly leaning against the beam, smoking his smoke while she was drinking her drink. They stayed in place, like weary statues, till the house lights came on, and the party went off.
He heaved a sigh, and held out his hand.
"Care to dance now?"
She did not refuse. She knew he only danced when no one was watching.