[h2]Esme Stirling[/h2]

Esme saw the narrowing of his eyes to her vague answer to his question. She knew he wouldn’t like it. She would have answered, but she didn’t want to put a damper on the mood and good time they were having. She gave a little laugh and looked at the bar top as he answered her. She should have known of all people he would understand what it was like, but still didn’t want to bring more on him when he already had a full plate. At his laugh to not ruin the mood, she looked up from the bar top and at him. 

She watched him as he finished his drink and didn’t ask for another, which she was expecting he would want another after the day they’ve had. His sudden question took her by surprise, but a warm smile returned to her lips as he slid off his stool. “I’d love to.” She took his hand and slid off her own stool, then stepped up beside him. “I’m sure you can’t be that bad of a dancer.” she laughed. “I might be the one to step on your feet or fall on my face.” she joked. 

Esme then wrapped her free arm around him and looked up at him with her own bright smile. “Let’s go make them regret letting us out there.” she laughed. She then gently pulled him out to where others were dancing and to their own little space. Esme released her hold on him and took her place in front of him, then she reached up and placed her hand behind his neck and interlocked her fingers with a smile.