She put on the jacket he got her, feeling a little more warm and put the blanket over her legs as she watched the boy dance with a quizical brow.
“Hey, isn’t that the same dance you tried when you stepped on my dance? It looks like the same arm flailing to me.” She chuckled and got up, allowing the blanket to fall down down the stairs she was sitting on.
“Let me help you with that. Turn that off and pass me the phone.” She demanded as she approached him. “Now let me show you how a real man dances.” She said as she took her phone and put it on shuffle accidentaly and got into position for a waltz.
Instead of the waltz she thought she pressed, a very different song started playing and instead of changing it, Orla danced along waiting for him to join.