The place felt cramped; the air heavy and warm, chattering filling his ears as adjusted his mask. Thomas tried to avoid collisions, whispers of ‘excuse me’ leaving his mouth as he pushed his way through the crowd. It was not difficult to spot Grace, as he had seen her before. But his steps were slow, tentative even as he approached her, trying his best to smile. "I brought you this," he said, in lieu of greeting, moving to stand by her side. He handed her a flute of champagne, and moved his attention to the waltzing, standing silently next to her.
Thomas knew that perhaps he should say something, but no words came to mind. This thing between them is awkward at best, and Thomas decided it would wise to let the silence wash over them. But as he glanced around the room, spotting couples twirling around, and a group of people clumping together by the tables, excitedly waiting for a kind soul to take them dancing throughout the night, he sighed, turning to Grace and holding his hand out. "Would you like to dance with me?"
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