A couple things can embarrass the blonde dancing in her room; one: continuous falling because she doesn't think of herself as a klutz. Two: Something between her teeth, she prides herself in her pearly whites and three: someone catching her dancing like a fool. So as she bounced around to the classic music of Louie Armstrong, you can imagine how red her face got when a knock echoed into the room and she turned to see her dashingly handsome neighbor standing in the farm that was almost too big for him. Basicall, the redness in her face would put a cherry to shame. "Steve!" She said in surprise as she drove for her remote and turned off the stereo; embarrassment party of one.

Biting the corner of her full lips she turned her blue gaze behind her glasses to the floor; the cherry red of her face softening as he spoke. But when he said that the music would be considered too old fashioned theses days her gaze shot up and she let to of her lip, a smile curled the corners of her lips as she leaned against the couch's back looking at him in the doorway. "Old fashions always suited me best." [i]Like a man opening the door, making sure I was safe and comfortable, always being kind and gentle when he could easily be strong and withdrawn; much like you.[/I] Her heart was speaking loud and if he could understand the banging in her chest he'd most likely hear that; it's a good thing her heart couldn't talk! "Plus I grew up with my Aunt who always played classic music. She's the one go introduced me to this guy and he's been my favorite every since!" With that she turned back on the radio and changed it another song.

"Come fly with me, let's fly let's fly away." Frank Sinatra's voice filled the room with his classic song 'Fly with me'. The smile grew into a flashy cheesy one as she turned her attention back to Steve. It was a flook that he knew Louie Armstrong right? Frank Sinatra was well known but not much around their age group. "Do you know who this is?" She asked playfully expecting a no like she got from many people.