"Oh but - !" BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW TO DANCE. He screamed it only in his mind; he was much too shy to scream it aloud.

But there was something about Selphie that killed any argument. She was not a person you refused. And so, no less flustered, he cautiously set his hand in hers and let her lead on.

His other hand stayed splayed over his face, trying in vain to conceal the fact that he'd turned bright red behind his freckles.