He tilted his head. « You hiding over here? »
Then he held out his hand.
« Is it hiding if everyone can see me? »
But his face just changed. Softer.
« Fair point, » he said. Then he held out his hand. « Would you like to dance? »
I stared at him. « Marcus, I can’t. »
He nodded once.
« Okay, » he said. « Then we’ll figure out what dancing looks like. »
I laughed before I meant to.
Before I could protest, he wheeled me onto the dance floor.