Private Aden Robertson

[quote=@Dyelli Beybi]
"Why Mister Robertson, I thought you'd never ask!" Zoe declared with a slight smirk, extending a hand politely, to allow him to lead her to the dance floor.  She glanced across at Carter, then Volodar and Arkadios, giving a quick eye to what was going on in the room before giving her full attention to Aden.

She still had that slight smirk on her face, as if there were some great joke that nobody else in the room knew about..
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Aden could admit he had been thrown for a loop. The first reasoning was that Zoe had accepted his offer. The second was that she had been waiting for his askance. 

Then he was out on the “dance floor”; fumbling into his position with distant muscle memory. Hands settling in her grip and side respectively. He felt off; the emotional torrent still bubbled under the surface, the song in the background was off-tempo for a waltz and Zoe moved easier and surer in her steps. Aden stumbling slightly as he almost stepped in her left foot. 

“Sorry.” He met her gaze. Flashing a grin that was part nervous and part anticipatory. He ignored the slight ache of the stitches and moved for the next set. 

He wasn’t sure when he noticed but his attention eventually found Mitunbaal’s. She was watching from the corner. Eyes locked on Aden and Zoe’s movement; but he got the impression Zoe wasn’t cause for her attention. 

Aden might have said something; or perhaps returned the gaze of Zoe hadn’t returned from the latest step of the waltz and nearly off balanced him.