There was a specific way in which her heart had fluttered when she saw his grin growing wide, she couldn’t understand what particularly made her heart flutter, but it did and blinking, she give him a soft smile. “Well,” She began, when he asked her what took her so long, “It took me an hour to put this wings on.” She confessed, following it by a small laughter. She wasn’t lying, it did take her almost an hour to put this wings on, but another reason, she did not mention, was her being conflicted on whether to come or not, before she was bombarded with messages into coming.
She played with her pendant, as from the corner of her eyes, she saw figures moving, and people talking. She was so focused on her environment, that she did not notice Renlin looping his free arm around her waist, pulling her in closer. She let out a gasp, as her head made contact with his chest. She looked up at him, shock evident on her face, and though she did not look at anyone but him, she swore she could see eyes on them or more like feel them and it made her nervous, and she did not know what to do. There were so many things she could do: Run away, enjoy the feel of the soft fabric of his tank top pressed against her silky shirt, or just simply try not to think about it. She wished she had a drink right now, would have helped her relax more. With Inessa being around somewhere, being this close to Renlin, simply put her on the edge.
“Let’s Dance…” He said, and Thalia immediately parted her lips and let out the words, “Ren…” How was it that every time she was around him, they went from 0 to 100? She shook her head, and was wanted to leave but then… she sighed, would it hurt to dance? She wanted to dance, she liked to dance, and besides they knew each other–everyone knew Thalia was close with Inessa, it wouldn’t be weird for her to dance with Renlin. Would it? No, she told herself, as he let her fingers play with his, she allowed him to pull her to the center of the room, where other dancers surrounded them and they dance, his hand around her waist. She gave him a wry smile, as she looked up at him, part of her wanting to place her head on his shoulder’s.
“You feel perfect here," he told her, and she simple looked at him, pretending she had not heard, because what could she say or do in response to that? Their bodies’ moved to the beat of the music and she let out a soft laugh when he said he might step on her toes, his breath brushing against her air. , “Renlin!” She exclaimed, her voice quiet but loud enough, “If you step on my foot, I just might have to step on yours,” She whispered to him, "And then it can be fair, " She teased.