Dance lessons [closed to Natasha, backdated to Thursday]

[timetobeaman]

Carl was nervous to say the least. He was going to get dance lessons. Only, he didn't care so much about the lessons, but he did care about who was giving them. Natasha was probably about the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. He might have even cleaned up for the occasion, getting his hair trimmed and leaving his father's hat at home, and

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[bloodyledger]

She had, coming out of the office after getting a bottle of water after her class.

It was cute.

She had given some thought to changing out of her sports bra, tanktop and yoga pants, but didn't. Whether it was cruel or kind, she wasn't sure. Either way she walked up to him with a small crooked smile. "Hey."

[timetobeaman]

He cleared his throat, momentarily at a loss for words when he saw her. Wow...

"Uh...h-hi." Carl smiled crookedly, "See, I didn't welch on you."

[bloodyledger]

"Good. I'd hate to have to chase you down," she told him. "So. Are you ready to learn to dance?"

[timetobeaman]

He wouldn't mind her chasing him down...

Carl was quick to nod, "Yes, I'm ready. I've never done much dancing, aside from some square dancing in PE class."

Which had been the most boring thing he'd ever done, but he had a feeling this wouldn't be boring. How could it?