There had been a time in her life that the mere sight of him would have her turning on her heel and hurrying in the opposite direction, but she was on cup two of “the gold stuff” and she did owe him a coffee date. She owed him saving from the display he was putting on. Ezekiel was many things, but a dancer he was not and watching him from the edge of the dancefloor, she grimaced. It wasn’t something she advertised, she was not the proper lady anyone wanted her to be, and yet she had no problem being the hero to Zeke’s damsel in distress. It is with a deep breath that she quickly puts her heels back on and strides onto the dancefloor with all the confidence of someone who has had a couple of drinks. “Pardon me,” She cuts in seamlessly and the moment Zeke’s partner had left with no complaints, it’s just the two of them and Marcella goes from smiling graciously to raising her brows. “I’ll lead and If you step on my feet, I will rethink this whole ‘friendship’ thing.” @ezekielurquhart