She refused to look at him now, having a nice conversation with the man that was so gracefully dancing with her. Many though Iris great at schmoozing, but in truth, Iris was good at enjoying almost every conversation she had to have, regardless of who it was with. And so she ensured her entire attention was on this man in front of her, so as not to be rude. Itâs not that she still didnât know that the man was circling around her, she did, but there were more important things right now - like trying to figure out what this man had been saying for the past minute.Â
It was almost her turn to reply when the waltz ended and another began, and she was gracefully interrupted from looking a fool (although she most definitely would have been able to find a way out of it). Silently, Iris shook her head no. Just because she didnât quite play games like everyone around her didnât mean she didnât enjoy the air of mystery surrounding the pair right now. Gently laying her hand on the tall mans shoulder, she let them fall quickly into rhythm before making her move. âIs dancing with strangers a specialty of yours, or am I just the lucky winner?â she asked, no hint of disdain or anger in her voice, only curiosity and wonder as she looked up at him.Â
âA bit of both?â he asked with a cheeky laugh, as they swirled around the room in time to the music. He still found it hard to believe sometimes that he had picked up a skill like being able to dance at these kind of events. It was certainly a skill he didnât use in his regular day-to-day, and one that if his closest friends knew about would have given him shit for. âI do this out of necessity. And as a way to acquaint myself with people who are clearly very well acquainted with everyone else around them. Call it a selfish way to save myself from the social awkwardness of having to introduce myself to everyone with terrible small talk.â With a small tilt of his head, and the practiced smile, he looked down at her with her long eyelashes and sculpted face, âThat isnât a problem, I hope?â
She only hummed in acknowledgment, head tilting to the side as she let herself lean on him so he could take the lead. The dancing was her favorite part, and she allowed herself to watch all the pretty dresses sway as everyone around her moved in beautiful ways. It was easy for her to zone out with the stranger, always dazzled by everything around her despite how accustomed she had become to most of them. âQuite literally waltz in, make an impression? I donât know - Iâm sure this could have itâs âawkwardâ repricussions.â she shrugged, finally meeting his gaze with a raise of a perfectly arched brow.âItâs not a problem until the next song.â she joked.














