mike puts on one of his favorite cds, the music casually filling the space as he turns to vanessa, hand outstretching for hers. he looks a bit bashful, but he's smiling. 'wanna dance? think i owe you one.' - @graveshft.
she looks up, a little surprised–– having become so absorbed in her planner that she hardly even noticed the music beginning to play. emily blinks with eyes wide, but is putting her hand in mike's before she can even quite process what he's said. ( it's a really nice feeling, that implicit trust. ) once it hits her, though, a beautiful grin blossoms over her features, something just this side of flirtatious. 'yeah, actually,' she preens, stepping closer into his arms, 'i think you do.'









