Maverick Weston
Maverick smiled in response to Yara. He knew dancing was not only a strength of hers, but it was something she loved. Maverick on the other hand thought it was alright. Watching someone, like Yara, dance was one thing, but being the one on the dance floor was another. He wasn’t a hopeless case, but he’d never be at her level. Most likely slightly better than average at best, with practicing with someone like her. Yara then twirled, leading to her placement of her arms on his shoulders, looking up at him. Though, what she did next, Maverick never would’ve expected. She kissed him. Yara Williams, the girl he had been friends with since they were kids, the girl he wanted nothing more than to go on a date with freshman year, the girl he truly thought had him friend zoned, who he knew was out of his league. He was shocked, he didn’t know what to think or say. He didn’t really get to react, but with her lips on his, what reaction there was from Maverick, consisted of him not pushing her away.
@CerealKiller - Well, I didn’t really know what to say, and Mav didn’t really have much of an idea of something to say either, so… sorry for the lack of dialogue there…